A blade of grass
A grain of sand
A drop of dew
Upon the land
A tiny hope
Of things to come
As steady as
A beating drum
A tiny flower
A wisp of air
A soaring bird
Has not a care
Of humanly strife
The woe and pain
To allow the doubt
Allows no gain
The doubt of things
To come to pass
Of love and hope
As clear as glass
From one small spark
Of life anew
The troubles over
God Bless You |