My Poetry

The Light

The tulips remained shut

And all the trees were cut

The river ran shallow

While the hares ran in sorrow

And just when it seemed that all hope was lost

A light shined from out of the fog

The flowers began blooming

And a sapling grew anew

The river too grew, and began to power through

Soon the even the hares came back

And the wolves had come in a pack

For they knew their precious light had returned

And would remain in the sky where it would forever burn