The World Outside

The world outside seems quite a mess, What happens next is anyone’s guess. So much senseless violence innocent die, Raindrops fall from heaven as angels cry. I tell myself I can make it better, Yet it’s pouring outside, I get wetter. The clouds pass over as the sun returns, The fire glows as the bridge still burns. I wonder can I make it to the other side, The way around is a pretty long ride. I opt to give it just one more chance, It doesn’t appear bad upon second glance. I convince myself the grass is greener there, But when I arrive it is like a nightmare. I need to learn to trust what I see, As I search for a place I can feel free. Maybe it’s not bad where I now stand, I have to decide the time is at hand. Seconds tick away and turn into hours, I need to stop and smell the flowers. I stand on a hill, view the valley below, I wanted to climb but down I do go. All of a sudden a breeze starts to blow, I seem to recall all I used to know. The day passes by and then it is gone, I listen to catch a bird singing a song. I come to realize the ups and downs, As smiles replace so many frowns. The world will have its good and its bad. Moments of tears while others are glad. Still I am thankful for all that shall be, As the sun sets it shall be beauty I see.