Hoping while broken

The gentle wind is blowing and is whistling her tune
She whispers that life changes but never too soon
Storm clouds may gather and shake the earth below
But in every disaster tender compassion will  grow

While we are experiencing the cruelty  of fate
We feel we can't make it: ours is a hopeless state
How can we understand the meaning of such change
When  we never saw it coming; how do we rearrange?

We must keep in mind that life will rise again
And the fallen heart  will find her strength within
Those who do evil will not always have their way
Darkness claim its own but the good will know the day

Thank you: f/b friends during this time