Every Cloud has a Silver Lining

A day has a morning bright
And a long night;
The night is dark though
Yet all see the light.

In the embrace of twinkling stars
The moon sings a rhyme—
The sky may be over-clouded
But for a short time.

Clouds can hover around
But they can never hide the sun
Behind the blanket
Of darkness and smoky air gun.

Let the clouds roam around
And squalls scare with thunders;
Cherry blossoms must bloom
With their beauteous wonders.

Too much of light is often blinding
And every cloud has a silver lining.