HOPE

Midnight stars in the skies

My only essence

Mountain’s heights

Shadows of a presence

Stream’s depths

Shelters of rest

Springtime: winter gone at last.

I saw a seed, a plant, a flower

After hard winds and rains,

The Sun fuelled it vivaciously

I saw a tree, a fruit, fruits

Before it became a leafy fruitful shelter

I saw waves, and winds, and wars –

I saw storms and lightnings

I heard thunders

But I saw a tree, a fruitful tree.

A child with a dream

Crossing an obscure ocean –

Though they blast

Midnight stars in the skies

Are my only essence.