Life Reborn

A faint glimpse of grey, filtered light,
Cuts through the clouds, of morning/night.
Landing on the field of stunted corn,
It suggests a hint, of life reborn.

So long the dry and hardened ground,
Made no promise, made no sound.
The blistering sun, kept on and on,
Nearly bringing an end, to nature's song.

But, time will tell, how God provided,
The rains came, the drought subsided.
Once again, new growth was seen,
Nature exploded, in shades of green.

And now, with morning, all but here,
The rising sun, makes one thing clear.
Though trouble, like drought, may come to stay,
God's joy, like rain, is on the way.