Tomorrow Is Hope Poem by Iman Sadikeen

Fallen leaves, beneath a barren tree
Once flourished with blossoms and seeds
hope, does it have?
A season to grow, to bloom in prime?

Cracked clay land, robbed off its moist
Once lush meadows of wet humus soil
hope, does it have?
A greener land, of grass carpets spread around?

My broken heart bleeds, the scars of the bitter past!
Once brimming with love and joyous thoughts.
hope, should it have?
A hope for tomorrow, for tomorrow is hope!