Everything in life is cyclical-
The moon summons the sun,
birthing on the horizon.
The winter snow beckons the spring flowers,
resurrecting them out of the ground
like beautiful corpses.
After a storm, the skies open up;
the rain clears our sorrows away.
Loss always leads to renewal;
tears trigger joy.
I will look up to the gray skies
to find my silver lining.
I will run through these barren fields
and chase the rainbow.
Because it will come
and when it does,
its radiance will give me hope.
Those lovely prisms will reflect
the depths of my heart-
my spirit will become bright once again.