Seasons change as sand through the hour glass fall
Barren remains leave us to wonder if anything was ever there at all
The rains fall beating out their pain against infertile earth
Desolate
And almost of no worth
Unimaginable...that the sun once so brightly shun...
Oh to turn back time to when it had all begun
But torrential rains bring to this earth hope anew
As little sprouts arise and from the ground poke through
Keeping faith that soon with life it will over run
Unimaginable...that it had ever been gone...
Christine G. Francis
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