Sad Never Lasts

You'll scarcely hear the echoes stay,
When shadows stretch across your sight,
The moon still whispers through the gray,
And stars emerge to paint the night,
But you'll learn to see, beneath despair,
A thousand seeds of hope grow there.

You'll hardly feel the tempest rage,
Though winds may howl, and thunder cries,
Each storm rewrites a brighter page,
As rainbows arch through healing skies,
But you'll grow to sense, in every storm,
A hidden light begins to form.

You'll seldom lose the fire inside,
Though ashes mask its gentle glow,
From smoldered sparks, flames soon abide,
To burn where darkness fears to go,
But you'll come to know, the ember’s breath,
Can reignite the coldest death.

You'll rarely tread through endless rain,
Though clouds may weep with mournful song,
The drops that fall erase the pain,
And cleanse the soul that's weathered long,
But you'll start to feel, in every tear,
A healing stream that draws you near.

You'll scarcely walk a path of stone,
Though every step may ache and sting,
The jagged trails lead hearts to hone,
And teach the songs that joy will sing,
But you'll grow to trust, within the strife,
The cracks unveil the gift of life.

You'll barely hear the silence roar,
Though grief may hollow out the air,
The quiet births an open door,
Where whispers mend what hearts repair,
But you'll learn to find, in solitude,
A symphony of strength renewed.

You'll seldom lose the dawn’s embrace,
Though shadows try to steal its glow,
The morning sun will find its place,
And kiss the earth with warmth to show,
But you'll come to feel, each breaking day,
Carries the night’s dark far away.

You'll scarcely see the stars grow faint,
Though clouds may veil their silver hue,
Their brilliance waits without restraint,
To shine again through skies anew,
But you'll start to know, their timeless spark,
Lights every soul lost in the dark.

You'll hardly find the end too near,
Though time may press its fleeting tread,
Each moment lives beyond the year,
In memories the heart has fed,
But you'll grow to see, in fleeting time,
Eternity begins to climb.

You'll rarely hear the winds decay,
Though whispers fade into the past,
The echoes drift yet always stay,
In truths that hold and anchor fast,
But you'll come to trust, in every sound,
A melody of hope is found.