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The Spirits Song

Poetry By: Amity Willows

This poem is actually called hope, but the title was sadly taken. I was then going to call it perseverance, but that was taken as well. Oh well, this name works too! Please enjoy! :D

Submitted:Dec 25, 2007    Reads: 175    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Frost lies on the blackened ground,
Whispers float in the air,
The spirits are all gathered around,
Their presence is everywhere.
Single green shoot in a deadened forest,
Fights for its right to live anew,
The spirits sing their songs around it,
The words they speak are words so true.
"Even in the dead of night,
After all are laid to rest,
Even without the bright moon's light,
After all have left,
Even then, when hope is gone,
Can there be a sign of life,
After all is over and done,
There can be a sign of Right."
The spirit's song of hope rings true,
For green is the color of hope,
And green is that one lonely shoot,
That through winter and ash can cope.

(Copyright (©) 2007. All rights reserved)


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