Bleak is the night
Gray are the clouds
Stormy is the sky;
A tempest is brewing.

The hurricane lashes through
Drenching all in its path.
Then the pause from the torture:
The eye of the storm.

The turbulence begins once more
With renewed frenzy and all
And having spent itself, fizzles;
A false dawn emerges.

The storm has passed
The dawn is breaking
A new day unfolds;
Hark, a seed opens.