Lungs refreshed

In awe below stormy clouds  
mounting threat dark in the east  
background to rainbow promise  
arched against the evening sun.
Crow and fox 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 light our day  
beneath a darkening east  
from whence  day has come  
and shall once more and ever.  
Draw close beneath the trees,  
join the crow and fox,
watch storms embrace day  
stirring air to refresh 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.