Despair

Sometimes, on a rainy night despair steals my soul It is swift as an eagle descending on its prey. and I've learned long ago It will surely have its way. So I wait like the ant waits for summer for all misery must pass as seasons surely do. Then I shall sprint through fields of flowers playfully. The oak trees shall smile at me and the fox will streak along side of me. All of us aware despair will descend- and suddenly, In its own hopeless time.