Symphony of the World
So hear this: however
Yon and parched the river
May seem, or how melancholy and
Prosaic the native wildflowers grow consequently,
Hope remains.
One solitary voice rings in the throng, showing
Not solely courage and stamina, but
Yearning.
Outstanding and
Fundamental and
Truly, brilliantly shining, the soul which
Humiliates the clout of despair
Emancipates the rest of us.
Well: regarding all who wish to witness the grandeur
Of the world's symphony, concentrate to hear the pounding of a brave heart.
Receive the sweet melody of the first raindrop after a drought.
Listen to the soft sounds as a baby bird first catches the wind in its wings.
Do all this to remember: hope remains.
This poem is about:
Our world