A Day For Hope
Across the plain the looked and saw a shining light
Curious he began to walk
The grass underneath his feet was dry and soft
He heard birds calling in the distance
Come ,come they beckoned
Yet out of sight he did not know which way to travel
The clouds began to hang lower
To him they called come, come
His chest began to tighten
Sweat began to roll down the sides of his face
He knew the danger of the clouds
He knew that he would get lost in there
Turning he began to run
Faster and faster till he began to run out of breath
Heaving his chest raised higher and higher
A strong wind was now in his face
Cold and strong it began to sting his eyes
In the corner if his mind came a whisper
"Come ,come" the whisper called
Up to the sky he looked
Barely through the clouds could he saw the birds
Wings out stretched and majestic they waved to him
He tried to jump but he could only muster a couple of feet off the ground
The clouds continued to lower
Their mist started to coat the ground
Harder and harder it was becoming to see
His eyes grew heavy with the mist upon him
He could feel his consciousness wanting to drift away
Looking up again he saw the birds
Trying to fly as low as they can they call him
“Come, come”
Slowly his head lowers for he thinks he can never reach
He thinks that he can never fly
Across the horizon of his pupil a tear slowly rolls
As it releases from his body it does not drop but rises
Hope is in the air and rushing over the plain of his mind
“If?” he thinks
Head still down his eyes roll to the side and upward
Slowly a grin ripples over his face
A golden glow he feels in his fingers
Upwards he reaches
And with a shockwave he pierces the grey clouds and evaporates them
He is no longer seen for the sun now shines through
