HOPEFUL, NOT HOPELESS The heavy rain wail weirdly, The thunder growl and clang, Still the little bird is underneath The little sheltered tree. Flowers wear, nor taste no delicacies Flood flail and torment their light roots, Yet its petals paint rainbow beauty, Glistening gaily green grandeur colours. Men made in His carbon copy Still stress strenuous zeal for faith, For their hearts bear it a bitter burden, Lacking the oomph of a beloved progeny. Oh mortal man dew-drench not your lids, Like grasses in night and morning fate! For your love have no waist for girth, Nature's a fragment only to be found in it. Shiver not, for your tornadoes are His zephyr, Nor will tsunami wage weary wrath on your oar; Cast the dangling litters that make you mad ashore, Yet let faith be as gaudy white as avalanche snow! ©Nket Godwin
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