All may be broken and torn,
Like everything is after a storm.
Trees may be bowing or torn in two,
But with time, all will become as new.
There is still life in the heart,
Though the tree may be briken apart.
Where there is life, there is hope,
And enough strength to cope.
What life is like for trees, is the same for us,
Things are never as broken as we thought it was.
New leaves begin to appear, if we wait,
Showing us that for life, it is never too late.
A contest entry
- something's there by Lavender Butterfly.
550 points, ended November 4, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
God Bless You!
Comments
-
great rhythm and beautiful flow... x
Adding your comment:
