Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Hope

Trees shake off the bitter cold
Sprouting leaves shy and bold
Releasing new, forsaking old
Refreshing our senses. 

Rain filters through victims past
Feeding life, and sprouting grass
We know the tragedy has passed
Through broken defenses

If this old earth had its way
All hope would turn dark and grey
It's very roots would see decay
But life is relentless

Life makes a dream of tragedy
This dream a woven a part of me
Aromas, sounds, the things I see 
While summer commences 






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