Bleak is the night Gray are the clouds Stormy is the sky; A tempest is brewing. The hurricane lashes through Drenching all in its path. Then the pause from the torture: The eye of the storm. The turbulence begins once more With renewed frenzy and all And having spent itself, fizzles; A false dawn emerges. The storm has passed The dawn is breaking A new day unfolds; Hark, a seed opens. |