After the Storm
There comes a rise before the fall.
And there is that that destroys all.
But in the debris there is a distress call.
A call for help that pleads to all.
The minutest aid is essential.
And a word of encouragement is more than enough.
For what is destroyed has to be rebuilt.
And mistakes have to be corrected.
For a cut down tree regrows
And a burnt piece of land reflourishes.
With it's debris serving as lessons.
Lessons that are essential for future growth.
But now with experience, development is faster.
And caution serves as its measure.
Triumph as it's pleasure.
And progress as it's desire,
Comes after destruction,
And after the storm..
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