Pollution engulfs the once germ-free
Air taking command.
Factories multiply without stop.
In the obscurity of night
Lurks unsoundness of mind,
Causing mishap and corruption.
Innocence is lost,
Too fast to understand.
Poverty captures millions,
Unwilling to let go.
Death's icy grasp
Uncommunicative, uncontrollable,
Knocks forcefully
At the door.
Yet children still dance
Amongst purple poppy fields,
Chase butterflies till dawn,
Their laughter, never ceasing,
Like silver bells ringing,
Resounds throughout town.
Rain still falls,
Clear droplets from the sky,
Washing away the filth
So we may begin again.
Amidst all the wretched weeds,
There springs a flowering seed of hope.
After the darkness of the night,
The solid sun shines on.
-Melanie Campbell
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Chicken Soup For The Soul- Redone
PoésieI'm not sure how many of you, if any, have ever read or even heard of the chicken soup for the soul book series. I used to love reading them and I own several of them. With that being said, I am making a collection of all my favorite poems that I've...
