Today, I see grey clouds,
Rolling in like the sea.
Yet if you look real closely,
Light you will still see.
It never really leaves you,
It sits just out offsight.
Yet it sits and watches,
Preparing for the fight.
It chases the clouds away,
Creates a sky so new.
Yet it can't last forever,
If it wants to support you.
You can find its presence,
In your times of woe.
Just remember light is there,
A bit is always on show.
By Sam Luxton
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