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Flames erupted throughout the land,
As people flee from the hatefulness.
The fire roared and cackled,
As children scream in horror.
Yet one glorious young girl stayed put, gleaming happily down at a flower.
The flower sways and beams back up at her,
And protects the fragile, innocent and helpless girl, draping its glorious petals around her weak, burning body.
The girl smiled, and her eyes sparkled.
“Stand tall, little flower,” the girl chimed, “‘fore you are my Guardian, and I, your one and only angel.”
The flower did not respond, yet the red-haired girl heard every word that its blooming flower tips spoke.
The flames came to an abrupt stop, gazing in awe at the girl’s last drop of sunshine.
“There’s always hope in this world,” God told her, “You just need to find it somewhere, even in the darkest of times.”
The petite girl smiled and rose up to the light that glistened so brightly above her,
She gazed down at the hope flower, then back up at the great Lord, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.
Suddenly, she saw her body morph into mist, then drift away with the wind as it called the fire to rekindle.
“God?” the bantam girl asked with her soft, heart-melting voice, “Are you my hope?”
The Lord did not respond, ‘fore the girl knew his answer.
She reached for and grasped God’s hoping hands.
The flower stayed put, admiring the life the girl had lived, and observing every moment of her last drop of sunshine.
The fire blazed up triumphantly, and the girl squealed, petrified.
God held her in his loving arms and said in his soft, yet echoing voice, “You are my angel now, Hope.”
Hope smiled and believed every word he had spoken to her, ‘fore she, little Hope, was in the arms of her sun-shining hope.
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Unpack Your Heart
PoetryI write a lot of poems yet barely any of them are seen by many people. My parents and fifth grade teacher think that they're beautifully written, so I'll see what you guys think! ~Miuki
