Jan 10, 2004 20:38
i.
desolate land,
dripped dry,
all life scorched
by that Red Sun,
barren grounds,
jigsaw cracks--
a wink from Hell;
ii.
a single hope,
one tiny green leaf
hangs from
a black branch,
a lonely torched tree
yearns for care--
an infant of worlds;
iii.
by lucky gift of
Mother Nature,
one light births
from darkness
an entire forest,
gigantic trunks,
bushels of leaves--
a glimpse of Heaven;