Winter Rain

Its heart full to overflow
Mourning what, we'll never know
Drops escape from misty eyes:
Brooding clouds in troubled skies

Albeit, those tears are not in vain
For life they feed, sprung from their pain--
Sowing tears 'round hungry storm
For joy rebuilt in fresh new form.

So life's trials flood eyes to spill
Tears to purge, come as they will;
And after cleansed, body's free
To bud new leaf or plant new tree.

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