Growth

Unbroken silence screams to loud
In the empty field where it stands proud

A single tree sprout from the ground
*As fairies stare, they are spellbound

The leaves are enchanted with shimmer and glow
Twig upon branch, it grows and grows

The grass plains around it are nearly dead
But in the rise of the moon, shall come a new bed

One day before, this was the valley of grief
Hidden in the shadows were abondoned dreams

Now hope stands tall, strong as the tree
This hope brings faith to set us free