The frigid gust that tenses skin and straightens hair,
Is like life’s bitter winds that we must bear,
We brace ourselves and stand our ground,
Even when the challenges that we have found.
We face the storms that come our way,
And with each trial, we learn to pray,
For strength, for courage, for hope and grace,
To help us navigate life’s rocky place.
But even when the winds are still,
We must remember to climb the hill,
And enjoy the view from the top,
For life is precious, and it doesn’t stop.
© VishalDutia
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