The trees have dreams

the earth drowns in memories

while blossoms never learn

the secrets of earth.

 

Sun emboldens the crops

to fight for survival

despite lack of rain and fertilizer.

 

A new moon brings joy

a brightness shining

night and day– a cycle,

a dream, a rapture.

 

 

Plants grow with patience and blessings

bringing forth new life stacked on the old.

God paints the world in technicolor

magical and sensual to see.

 

But when man comes in,

shrapnel and mines lay deep in the earth

hidden for eons, buried heap upon heap–

with broken dreams of sharing this earth.

 

Dread and disaster, fear and helplessness

corrode our foundations

leaving body and soul

adrift for all time.

 

Acceptance of the “other”

(unlike orphans in an empty schoolyard)

will bring peace and tranquility,

keeping us from isolation.

 

Hidden in our prayers flows love,

hopes forever bound in life itself.