A drop in a bucket
A leaf in a copse
A grain in a beach
A mote in a cloud of dust
Is it any less if the ocean loses a spray
Or if the storm lets off a gale
The ocean will continue to swell
And the tempest to brew
A ray cuts through
The dark and the dreary
Pale, wavering and lone
Hinting of the sun
The clouds roil and growl
Gray is the shawl
Gray is the air
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