There she sat
In her room
Sobbing
Her face hidden
For it was contorted with misery
She radiated hopelessness
Her room was dark
Curtains drawn
Doors locked

Then a strong wind blows by
A stern voice, that tells her
To gather herself
And move on
The curtain drifts a tiny bit
A golden ray comes streaming in
Glittering merrily
It lights up the whole room
And she looks up
The Sun looks merry
The garden tempting
The sky brilliant blue
And she gets up
And thinks that
Maybe the worst has not happened
For that would be
When golden rays
Stopped passing by each day