A colliding spectrum

There’s empathy amidst your heartless,

Unbridled tears to soothen burns of 

fire flames;

In balance - there is a domestic fireplace,

that melts away the ancient icy glaciers.

There’s healing in the process of transmitting;

to your surrender, there are wings, repaired and beating.

A newborn plant will take place of your trauma 

and grow into a tree, the shade of plasma.

There’s tones of kindness even in your mindless,

Just undistinguished when the spectrum is colliding.

There’s empathy amidst your heartless,

A streak of light through your curfew of darkness.