The sun rises 
and dawn surprises 
all by not showing its light. 
The clouds that were forming 
kept sunrays from warming 
and people now face day as night. 

And night brings the fears 
they have bottled over years 
and poured out as cries of despair. 
But when the sun rises 
the fears are packaged as prizes 
and offered as gifts to the air. 

Being eternally free, 
the air wisps away with glee 
the troubles our captive minds face. 
They are transformed to clouds 
with our sorrows as shrouds 
from which we turn our collective face. 

And when the sun's rays shine 
we each take the time 
to find our despair turned silver. 
It rejects the dark 
and lights the first spark 
of the fire that hope can deliver. 

So when you look in the sky,
wipe the tear from your eye 
and know hopes and fears are well vested. 
But a warning to the wise, 
silver linings are a heavy prize, 
and the capacity of clouds is not to be tested.