A landscape as far as the mind could range
Devastated, black, void of color or life
He had walked for days without change
Through a world of conflict and strife
With tired steps he kept moving along
When he passed a large blackened stone
Inside a small crack something seemed to be wrong
Something that stopped him and jarred him to the bone
In the middle of that little crack
Grew a tiny bright yellow flower
A yellow light surrounded by black
An image of unimaginable power
It called out to him ‘do not despair’
Even though it may look bleak
For if you open your heart and honestly care
you will always find what it is you seek
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
A landscape as far as the mind could range
Devastated, black, void of color or life
He had walked for days without change
Through a world of conflict and strife
With tired steps he kept moving along
When he passed a large blackened stone
Inside a small crack something seemed to be wrong
Something that stopped him and jarred him to the bone
In the middle of that little crack
Grew a tiny bright yellow flower
A yellow light surrounded by black
An image of unimaginable power
It called out to him ‘do not despair’
Even though it may look bleak
For if you open your heart and honestly care
you will always find what it is you seek
I dedicate this poem to everybody who is down on his luck, or depressed, or lost, or unhappy, or miserable. Remember, when the only way is up, it can only get better! With my heartfelt best wishes to you all, may you too find what it is that you seek!
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