By: Angharad Sarah May
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Every dawn brings adventure and hope.
Cloud may shroud the mind in darkness.
Cloud can ascend, transcending brightness.
Has a day ever passed, impossible to get through?
Has a day ever transgressed, snatching all that is life?
A day has never passed, impossible to get through.
A day has never transgressed, snatching all that is life.
Silver slivers of scintillating sparkle.
Silver, the colour of gossamer hope.
Lining each cloud is a gossamer silver wing.
Lining each day is a scintillating sparkle of hope.
