“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” ― Pablo Neruda
HOPE IS THE GARDENER
On the shoulders of mountaintops
In the branches of Nature’s grasp
In the eyes of the sapphire sky
In the bed of the lullaby land
The soul rests, the soul dances
Like warriors after a battle’s end.
In the promise of every dawn
In the smile of a morning rose
In the kiss of ocean’s wave
Love heals the broken pieces
Love calms the stormy shores.
When we cannot walk any further
and cannot feel the fog’s clearing
When the heart cannot sing its song
And the eye cannot see through its tear
Hope is the gardener, hope is the arrow
The path for us to follow; our home.
By Sharka Waite