"Stand Strong" - Bahamas AI Art
©A. Derek Catalano
The Storms of Life
The sky was glass, the morning air was mild,
A field of promise, beautifully beguiled.
We stood upon the sunlit, steadfast ground,
Where peace was sovereign, and no threat was found.
Then on the edge, where blue embraced the grey,
A shadow gathered, stealing light away;
A distant murmur, a vibrating hum,
The chilling prophecy of things to come.
It started slow, a gentle, restless breeze,
A shiver running through the ancient trees,
Then swiftly swelled to fury, dark and vast,
The signal cannon of the coming blast.
The wind arrived, a brutal, roaring fist,
That clawed the sightline, leaving only mist.
The sun was swallowed by the bruised black cloud,
And all the certainties we knew were bowed.
This was the trial, the comprehensive test,
The tempest tearing comfort from the nest.
Life's sudden sorrows, debts we could not pay,
The harsh betrayal that consumes the day,
The crushing failure, sudden, sharp, and deep,
The silent losses that the heart must keep.
They merged as one, a torrent of despair,
A lightning bolt that split the startled air.
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