There's Always Hope

by sheila   May 19, 2009

Grey clouds forming in the horizon
Preparing to sing in unison
Just swaying and waiting
For the sound of thunder and lightning

As the first note starts
Intense rhythm strikes like darts
Little droplets of water pours
Wetting dry land more and more

The trees dances with the wind
Its branches struggling
Holding on to its form hold
Trying its best not to let go

But how much more can it take?
The orchestra's overflowing with hate
The wind whistles in higher pitch
The rain sounds like hundreds of marching feet

After awhile, bright light appears
Reflecting light on the bent trees
Water dripping one by one
Music is played by branches on the ground


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