A poem whispers, soft and low.
It speaks of hope, in troubled guise,
And bids us trust, beneath these skies.
People tell you, trust these lines,
For in its depths, the truth aligns.
Though darkness falls and doubt may rise,
Within these words, find hidden skies.
The poem paints a vivid scene,
Of storms that rage, both harsh and mean.
Yet through the turmoil, it implores,
To seek the light, through tempest's roars.
Believe, it says, in goodness pure,
That lies within, a steadfast cure.
Though fears assail and trials steep,
The path to faith lies, deep and steep.
Have faith, my friend, let these words guide,
And in your heart, let trust reside.
In darkest hour, hold tight the key,
And find resilience, you shall see.
So, reader dear, lend an ear,
To this poem's verse, crystal clear.
Believe its wisdom, hold it dear,
And find the light amid your drear.