For every valley, deep and dark,
A flame of glee begins to spark.
When we cry out from mountain tops,
A time will come when feasting stops.
Do not ask “why” of suffering;
Don’t to despair or brightness cling.
Shadows fall and light will rise.
It’s all laid out before your eyes.
Life is not life without its seasons,
And darkness has no deeper reasons
Than to balance out the light.
So keep the longer view in sight.
What now is will soon be past.
Embrace the moment while it lasts.