Core of Hope

As the green quickly fades from fern

It’s dry crusted core for water, yearns

Long summer days close on more sorrow

Her tired soul seeking a rested tomorrow

The bricks surround a world of pain

Where dreams of hopeful thoughts remain

Wishful tales never reaching the door

Stopped in their tracks lost forever more

A soft faint murmur makes a plea

She waits in silence ever earnestly

Shall doom be the plan of her existence?

A furrowed frown shows no resistance

When green returns to lingering hope

It is here she finds that spark to cope!

Debbie Stevens 2007©