After a storm there are broken trees but a breaking light
Wind wipes clean the desert floor, but only after a dusting blight
The aching grind of time rewards age with wisdom, the foresight
To know that shipwrecks can make their way back to shore as treasure
That havoc in the stratosphere might below, brighten the weather
That a rotting muck will one day bloom and offer life, give flight
There are many ways the world gone wrong can turn itself right.
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