Just when you think the skies will be blue,
When the sun should shine bright anew,
Just when you think the seas will be still,
The running is flat, and then there’s a hill.
The stormclouds clap, as they gather above,
Suddenly life turns to push and shove,
Just when you think “oh if, only IF!”
You can recognize change for the gift it is.
Climb that hill, and get back to the run,
Knowing that life will not always be fun,
Ride the waves, be washed by the rain,
The sun always returns, blue skies again.
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