The Storm

PEPPER TREES FLOWING BENEATH THE WATER’S EDGE.

RAINBOW FISH GLOWING UNDER A METAL SEDGE.

YOUNG PUPS RIDING THEIR BIKES TO THE PAPER MILL,

THE REST OF THE TOWN VISITING ON LOVER’S HILL.

FOR EVER IT FELT PEACEFUL BY THE SHALLOW CREEK.

FOR A WHILE ALL SEEMED RESTFUL HERE AT WIDOW’S PEAK.

 

THEN CAME THE CLOUD,

MENACING

EAGER TO POUND.

 

THE SKY TURNED DARK,

STRENGTHENING,

THEY CLOSED THE PARK.

 

THAT IS THE WAY IT GOES,

THE WAY IT ALWAYS GOES.

WHAT WENT UP MUST COME DOWN.

HARD TO CLIMB UPSIDE DOWN.

THOSE WHO WAIT LONG ENOUGH

WILL GET BACK TO THE TOP.

THAT IS THE WAY IT GOES,

THE WAY IT ALWAYS GOES

 

BROKEN TREES CRUSHING DOWN A SMALL WOODEN BRIDGE.

ROTTEN FISH FLOATING UNDER A MARBLE RIDGE.

MAD DOGS FIGHTING OVER THE REMAINS OF A CATCH,

THE REST OF THE TOWN HOLDING FORT IN A CACHE.

RIGHT NOW, IT SOUNDS DREADFUL, FOR THE SKIES ARE BLEAK.

FOR NOW, ALL SOUNDS AWFUL HERE AT WIDOW’S PEAK.

 

 THEN CAME THE SUN,

COMFORTING,

WORRIES OF NONE.

 

THE SQUARE WOKE UP,

FLUTTERING,

THE LOCKS BROKE UP.

 

THAT IS THE WAY IT GOES,

THE WAY IT ALWAYS GOES.

WHAT WENT DOWN RISES UP.

TRY TO KEEP YOUR SPIRIT UP.

THOSE WHO WAIT LONG ENOUGH

WILL GET BACK TO THE TOP.

THAT IS THE WAY IT GOES,

THE WAY IT ALWAYS GOES

 THAT IS THE WAY IT GOES,

AND ON AND ON IT GOES.