All Is Well

The night may rage with winds unkind,

And doubts may dwell within the mind.

The path may twist, the road may bend,

But every storm will one day end.

We chase the sun, yet lose our way,

Forget that dawn will greet each day.

The heart grows heavy, voices swell—

But listen close: all is well.

The seed must hide beneath the ground,

Before its bloom can yet be found.

The river carves through rock and stone,

By patience, not by strength alone.

So when the world feels dark and cold,

And fragile dreams seem hard to hold,

Remember this: life weaves a spell,

A gentle truth—all is well.

For every tear the soul has cried,

There blooms a joy not far beside.

For every loss, a lesson grows,

A softer strength that wisdom shows.

The stars may seem so far away,

Yet still they guide the night to day.

The mountains echo, valleys tell,

Through silent songs—all is well.

So breathe, dear heart, and walk with grace,

This fleeting life’s a sacred space.

Though shadows rise and oceans swell,

The whisper stays: all is well.