Sonnet

There's nothing like hope on a windy day
Forget the falling trees, the angry breeze
That succeeds in blowing us all away
And infects us like a deadly disease
Mistake the fear for pride and let it fly
It carries in the wind, touching us all
So we choose to shun the stars in the sky
And embrace the ground to which they will fall
But life always seems much shorter for this
And so many have left without reason
We are doomed to forget that hope exists
And pray on a divine resolution
So we root ourselves as the strong wind blows
Waiting for an answer that no one knows