Springtime

Some have light, and some have peace,
Some find dreams as sunsets cease.
Morning melts on dawn’s soft wing —
Some find love, and we find spring.
Some feel fear, and some are steel,
Yet hope shines bright—so true and so real.
Let there be light, we'll march ahead,
We’ll melt the snow, break ice instead.
Even when the dark feels quite near,
And every word just disappears,
You are breathing still, you’re alive—
There’s meaning there, so rise, survive.
There is a deep meaning in a hush,
In words you whisper, soft as an artist's brush:
"What if the darkness is the pupil’s core ,
Where the light can enter more and then more."
Look within, look though, yes, pain may sting,
Don’t retreat — just reach, just stay and cling.
Lift your eyes through ash, sadness and grime,
See a sprout breaks through, rising in time.
Darkness yet fades, the dawn will rise,
So it will be — no need for whys.
It means something, all you’ve braved —
It means you won, and our world is saved!

04/16/2025