When All is somewhere distant
and small is very near.
When greatness is now dormant
and hiding under fear.
When joy is no longer present
and sadness brings a tear.
When laughter is an echo
which you no longer hear.
What is it that was lost
and where can it now be found?
Why was it and at what cost
that it was just put down?
Where did you ever leave it
on dark and barren ground?
When will you once more find it
that contented, happy sound?
Do not look far to find it
and do not think it can't be found.
It is ever present and unblemished
just like the sun beyond the clouds.
beyond the clouds hidden is optimism,which should be the true state of mind for anybody a beautiful poem with meaning to ponder about !