For every hater there is a lover.
For every heartless act a compassionate hand is reaching for someone to comfort.

The dry desert winds swirl, they carry the rain, 
cool droplets kissing the smoldering sandy plain,
cactus flowers bloom released from their strain,
glorious mountains rise from the force of shifting plates,
Mother Earth's agonizing pain.

Oh beautiful soul, your empty spaces become the places
time has not forsaken. 
The day will come when the morning sun gives back all that the darkness of night has ever taken.

You will always be a rose blossom unfolding,
balancing on a stem of thorns,
the life that is around us reaches upward, 
ascending through its ravishing storms.