Kaleidoscope of Tumbling outcomes,
Shading the colors of each one with a pledge,
Turning eye glass to the jungle and the ocean,
From cliff’s edge.
A rainstorm’s coming,
The sound does ting,
Like glass but not hard,
From the chaos of the fall,
It forms into one shard,
Clear enough to see through,
With the spirit of stained glass,
A picture of redemption;
For beauty this time
Will last.
~ LF