Harvesting hope
planting despair
ensures a community in need
in search of repair
By the lake of sorrow
reside the newcomers
awaiting tomorrow
amidst embers of sorrow
See the pasture of welcome
open arms forge social fulcrum
where silent lips draw enmity
and nurture fearful envy
Under the sky of fury
moral penury becomes
the dearth that pollinates
brotherly sisterly amity
When the leaf of a tree falls, a new leaf starts growing. A process, a cycle.. the law of nature!
Quite sad really as doors open for the needy perhaps it closes for those who perhaps are forced to give up and begin a struggle of their own...That's the way I see it.....
Melvina, I agree. That is a sad reality. Sadder still is the fact that it seems to be an unending cycle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is truly excellent piece.....thank u....