The willows bend down

  Before the mighty storms.

  Clouds race across the sky 

  In different shapes and forms.

 

  Brown leaves shake in the winter.                            

  Fallen acorns burrow in the earth.

  All seems dead and forgotten,

  But spring brings forth new birth.

 

  Strong men bend

  Before the storms in life,

  As they keep struggling

  Against endless strife.

 

  Human eyes reflect

  Sadness, and pain

  Until they realize

  Christ is coming again.

  Yu/stan/kema