poetry for the poetic: 5

XCVII

season's may change
skies might turn
down thunder
i will always be around in hail or rain
without any wonder
times will always change as is it's nature
but blessing comes to those who are greatfull by nature.
storms pass and go,
but only one with the heart of gold
scares away those who challenges the gold
never give up
sun will shine
after the dark clouds there is always a silver line.