Natural

The mighty oak will grow
and touch the bewailed sky
and the birds will lament in its boughs.
The splendor of the sun
will give all its warmth
and the tears that they shed will be sowed
And the forgotten souls
of this ungrateful world
will be touched by the light of spring
For the beautiful disasters,
and those that have been hurt
will feel the comfort that may bring...
But shadows will cover
the greatest power of all
by the grief of a love torn apart.
As life goes on,
they find another,
to heal and mend their broken hearts.
And when that time comes
the sea, and the sky,
will smile until the end.
In a never ending cycle,
a life will break and so again mend.
The eyes they see each morning,
and the eyes that make their day
will forever be with them.
And forever will stay.