Shine

Thought lost, the beauty that surrounds    
Cultivated from the supple hand of man    
Risen from earth and washed clear by rain    
But what not planted by one is not all gone    
Seeds still sprout from the wings of old    
And the growth of good lives on    
In spirits of me and spirits of you    
     
Where the sun has not yet been    
To where she lies to rest    
Hues of hope revive      
And in the morning    
She shall shine    
   
Bring faith my child  
And the world will flourish