Stand tall. We’ll survive.
When life’s tough, the going rough.
Nature makes us smile.
Sunday morning grace.
Some buds bloom with gentle lace.
Gray skies won’t deter.
Joy will bloom with care.
Plant roots deep, then nurture well.
Rain just sweetens all.
What’s a little fog?
Magic’s there without the glare.
Do your happy dance.
Rise and shine, my friend.
See the view. This one’s for you.
Watch your ship come in.
What’s a little rain?
Gray skies are going to clear up.
Spring shines in my soul.
Gifts so grand are left to view.
If we just look up.