Things Seem To Be Better?

It seems, the tempest in my life's over; The thunderstorm has finally quite ceased; The country-side now wears a green cover; My poetic toil has my heart almost pleased. The weather has turned out to be pleasant; The Rain does come but never with fury; I've learnt in life to be more tolerant; Let me for sometime, the hatchet bury. But once again, my heart's fill’d with sadness! Can I ever reform this wretch’d world? Redeem the innocent from its madness And in younger hearts, a new hope herald? I must not give up God, ’tis too early, With Thee for Friend, success will come surely.