Almost Paradise
They say that all good things must come to an end
But the wise ones know, it's necessary for a new to
Begin. If you lose one game, it gives another opportunity to win.
We wouldn't distinguish the feeling of joy without a dose of pain
And to experience success, there is unavoidable strain
When there's a shift in seasons, there tends to be a little rain
And as the punishing winds blow and we experience the change
We see the beauty on the horizon
Rising up
Again
The dead leaves wither away and fertilize the Earth
Behold-the flower sprouts, and in us there is a
Re-birth
As we reflect upon the past, the taciturn storms
We rejoice in the harvest from all we thought had gone wrong
We give thanks for the famine
We give thanks for the flood
We glory in the emergence out of the sticks and out of the mud
For without the harsher elements
Non-existent be the rose-bud
Difficulties yield our best growth
And optimum progression
The most abrupt death can unveil a phenomenal blessing
In the midst of the dark and sorrow, we uncover the most epic lessons.
It is not always familiar to those with untrained eyes
For, those lacking vision, will never see past the moment's cries
There is always more to a story
Beyond the cover of a book
So the next time you're dealt a harsh blow
Try to take a deeper look
For faith is belief in the things that are unseen,
And the greatest moral of a story,
Lives in the lines between.
