The Dance in the Storm

Autumn arrives too early.

The flowers haven’t gotten the chance to bloom before they wither into dust.

Soon, snow falls and blankets the delicate fields.

The sun fails to give warmth.

A moment ago, there was a sense of new beginning.

But now, everything seems to have gone back to the way it was.

Cold and distant.

A dream.

Will tomorrow be any different from yesterday?

Has a new chapter begun when this one has not yet closed or reached its climax?

What happens if the sun were not to come out tomorrow,

Will I still smile and be hopeful?

What happens if there is no end to this climb up the mountain,

Will I keep pushing upward?

What happens if the storm were never to leave,

Will I brace the raging wind and stand still or will I give in?

What happens if the rain didn't stop and flooded the world,

Will I do whatever I could to stay afloat or will I allow myself to sink and disappear forever?

What happens if the trees around were uprooted,

Will I still be courageous and fight my way through?

Does it really matter what happens?

Do I have to see and know my future to be content?

Nay, I say.

In the storm, I shall dance.

In the rain, I shall sing.

In the dark, I shall paint.

In the wind, I shall laugh.

I shall close my eyes, 

Feel the raindrops falling on my skin,

Let the freeze brush my face,

Spread my arms and lift my head,

Watch the birds fly above,

Take that deep refreshing breath of cold air.

Why be so hard on life?

Beauty still exists when things are grey.

All it takes is just a moment to appreciate.

                                                                           

                                                                                                            -- Lisa T. Kuo