sun in the clouds

Through laughs and cries

Or heartache and pain

It will always be the little things

That will speak

That will be noticed

That will always bring you back to the thoughts of comfort

Through the struggles

There will be a candle

It may not shine so bright

It may not bring perfect warmth

It may burn out with just the breeze of the wind

We may not realize it is there

Until it is gone

The small warmth it brought will disappear

The light it gave will fade to black

But the wind will still remain

And though your skies may look grey

There will always be a sun in the clouds

When you’re needing for warmth, or light

The wind can never blow it away

It will stay through what might seem hard

It can bring light to the candle again

And then will soon come to realize

That it’s the little things that matter