After All These Tears

After All These Tears By Bernard F. Asuncion The night begins to fade away, disappearing into the dark; The dusk vanishes into gray, as the twilight starts to depart. The raindrops now refuse to fall, heeding not the rugged weather; The black clouds never hear the call of the storm brewing in the air. The dawn savors the morning dew, enjoying the beauty around; The flowers show the sparkling hue that springs from the productive ground. The sun signals the shining light, bringing warmth to the heart and mind; The rays energize with their might, as the lost strength is there to find. The sky above aims to repel the throes, the sorrow, and the pain; For the world to be sound and well because of the relief to gain.