Behind the clouds, there is a beautiful light. A peace.
Through the sand, behind the gray, there is a hope.
Even with the dust that cloaks the mountainsides, still the mountains stand. Tall. Bold. Ever growing as greenery, flowers, and creatures run their trails.
Though the gray clouds hide the mountains’ beauty, this beauty doesn’t change.
Behind the clouds, there is a promise that they will someday be no more.
The clouds will move along with the slight breeze that cools the tears on our cheeks.
The clouds will fall to earth and lay on the ground beneath our feet.
The clouds will fade and move along, until someday they are only a distant memory.
The clouds may hide the light above us, but that light is still there.
The lights will never go out, they are only dimmed with the challenges of a day.
Until the moon fades away, the stars grow dim, and the sun goes out.
We must remember that these clouds will pass from us.
We must remember that things continue to grow, even in rain and shadow.
We must remember that there is hope, no matter how dim and dismal things seem. We must remember that there is still a light above, it is only momentarily invisible.
Someday, these shadows, these clouds, this gray. It will pass from us.
And the light we were once accustomed to seeing, will burn brighter than ever before.
And in the light, we will dance and sing, for we can see color again.
In the light, we will laugh and watch in awe, for life is beautiful to us once more.
This beauty was never gone, only hidden from the eye.
But even now, even though the life that lays before us is dark and sullen,
Should you watch close enough, you will catch a glimpse, a flicker of this light.
A flicker as trees sway, the mountains stand, and the clouds pass us by.