Lungs refreshed

 










      
  
In awe below stormy clouds
mounting threat dark in the east
background to rainbow promise
arched against the evening sun,
crows and foxes hide in hope
natures gift making life worthwhile
dreams,soft,our minds cannot
without hope,love not enough
nor can compete,dreams fade
so they must,waking is
our only hope.
Ephemeral flowers bright our day
beneath the darkening east
from whence our day has come
and shall once more and ever.
Draw close beneath the trees
join the crow and fox
watch storms embrace the day
stirring air to fresh again
chill and clear once more,
our lungs refreshed.
Wait long night vigil
hope revived, dream-soft-mantle
tied with bonds of love.
These three,dreams,hope,love
there is no more,none ever more.