After Poem by Mary Ryan

After winter there comes a spring
And blooming flowers the rain does bring
After death now comes the tears
But they will fade with the passing years
When love is gone, what can there be?
A future bleak is all you see
After a dark night now comes the sun
It's like a victory, the battle won
Sometimes 'after' seeems so far away
But often it's as close as the passing day
All this you'll understand in time
Even when there is no reason or rhyme