No Man Is An Island

Smiles brighter than the Sun on a fragrant summer day Two kids, a boy and girl, go out to play Only do the threatening storm clouds wipe that joy away Like a mop across a sticky kitchen floor The rain washes away that light and declares for war Children’s sparkling laughter dissipates beneath the drops of silver rain Their bubbling jubilee turns around into pain With a heavy heart, their mother explains Without the rain, there can be no rainbow If there weren’t any storms, there could be no more Sun She plants kisses on their precious heads with a bottomless passion And sends them back into the world, a blanket of shimmering diamonds These two find it true that no man is an island Above, an eagle soars and swoops and the birds still sing Rabbits frolic in the field among the flowers blooming Inside the youngsters, something unknown is blazing A seed of hope begins to sprout within their hearts That little sprout peeks up from the dirt Blossoming, it comes to fruition and is ripe What happens next, pictures can’t depict and words cannot write A ray of Sun bursts forth from between thunder and lightning Hope becomes faith, for the children trusted their mother She trusted in One above, another Streaks of pink and gold are painted in the sky Holding hands, brother and sister begin to cry Mingled with rain, their tears water the lively earth Which whispers to them with life and peace and warmth Bare feet float across the soft grass towards the horizon It is true that no man is an island