For Even The Mighty Are Soft

For even the night is not complete darkness, Its vast canvas glows as tiny bright lights scatter the sky. For even the prickly thorns are not at all worthless, As they safeguard the exquisite art of a rose. For even a heavy rainfall leaves a sight, The stream of colours dance in arches above the earth. For even the mountains move when the ground shakes, … Continue reading For Even The Mighty Are Soft