The smallest clearing in thick cloud
Reveals she’s shining, loud and proud.
Despite the matter gathering
In front of her glow, she will sing.
Melodies that warm the skin
A gorgeous glow we will bask in.
Yet, alas, when the sky is cold,
When layers ‘pon layers of grey unfold
There’s a warmth in my bones that remains, nonetheless,
And despite the shadows gathering, I know that we are blessed.