GIVE ME HOPE
Dew drops glisten
On the cool spring blades
So green and pure
Yet lonely in this vast world
Only a patch
Only a small piece
A lost meadow surrounded
By towering angels of bark
And the colors of the rain,
Still in their silent pattern
Shimmer in the eyes of the lost
Giving hope
So large and full in this tiny
Insignificant world
And the dew slips off
Purifying the soil beneath
And the rain falls
From its high perch in the leaves
Cool, sharp,
Yet honest.
