Lonesome tree, withering in winters,
almost dead,
beneath that misty grey shroud,
surviving with summer in its heart
and sighing with hope in its roots.
Spring breathes life in it, anew.
almost dead,
beneath that misty grey shroud,
surviving with summer in its heart
and sighing with hope in its roots.
Spring breathes life in it, anew.
Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #140
Hope springs eternal. A lovely verse.
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I too hope the spring lasts Eternally but the cycle of life...
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Well done!
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