Hope Grows (Poem)

Sun shines through a haze of ash
Hope like green seedlings in morning light
Not expected; ferile growth
The dust doesn’t hinder them

Newborns, if not heal, may at least mend
New creatures to tend
They’ll not renew this charred earth
But distract and bless in their own way
Almost feel light again


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