October's Storm, The Reign of Kindo

No matter what storms you've seen

No matter the broken dreams

You've yet to see mend

Consider the the battered trees

Their leaves dancing in the breeze

Recalling no memory of October's storm...

Though the trees cried through the night

There was none to cure their plight

And it seemed their better days

Would behind them, ever stay.

--- your past errors do not define your future.