Jean Marble Poet Rhyme

When All Seems Lost...It's...

It's when the wind tells a secret
and trees tell it again;
and when the sunshine doesn't come
to chase away the rain.

It's pillows that will hold your head
when tears simply must drain;
and comforts of being inside
when storms are pouring rain.

It's when the angry oceans howl
extracting deadly cost.
It's when the barren caves might growl
echoing weary lost.

It's home that welcomes every day
a place safe from the frost;
and when the people there await
the return of their lost.

It's when wind kicks up desert sand
against what can't defend.
It's when you fall and try to lean
to find you have no friend.

It's when after the worst of storms
you've made it to the end.
It's when all hope seems to be dead;
you are your own best friend.

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