i.
desolate land,
dripped dry,
all life scorched
by that Red Sun,
barren grounds,
jigsaw cracks--
a wink from Hell;

ii.
a single hope,
one tiny green leaf
hangs from
a black branch,
a lonely torched tree
yearns for care--
an infant of worlds;

iii.
by lucky gift of
Mother Nature,
one light births
from darkness
an entire forest,
gigantic trunks,
bushels of leaves--
a glimpse of Heaven;

06/11/2004

Posted on 06/11/2004
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