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.