Focus on Every Blossom
Focus on Every Blossom
By: Hannah
The strife of life tends to take up all our time
war, crime and everything that is sublime
we place our hands on the trigger
target our neighbores
become their grave diggers
all for the sake of giving ourselves a break
What happened to the sympathy of others mistakes?
We hold on to the glass of water
half empty we think, half empty we see
what glee is there in half empty?
simply plenty
So many things fill up the empty space we see
The small butterfly under the rotten tree
the ashes of destruction create beauty
grasp the faithful in baleful
not mad or hateful
choose tasteful
Love and pain flow through the world
yet pain can result in
a new hardened spine
A heart full of love
A vine bond by putting ourselves above
no longer focusing on
being proud of, sick of, rid of, or part of
A promise that at every turn
there is a blossom of hope
A blossom of awesome