The Bird


Dark clouds fill the sky,
rain falls slowly to the ground,
the sky is crying again.

The bird looks up,
stretching its wings as far as it can,
the rain drops wet them.

The Sun slowly peaks through,
there is a glimmer of hope,
the bird knows God is there.

The Sun will shine again.

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