Hope Blooms Perennially
Life still exists; we are the proof of this.
Hope still insists there's more to life than this.
My proof for Hope consists of this;
life will persist, our kids prove this.
Life will go on when we are gone.
Life will endure, of this I'm sure.
For just like seeds we're spread around
and grow like weeds in fertile ground.
Might come a day, or so some say,
the stars themselves are blown away.
In the darkness of the Great night
will Hope exist, will Love, will Light?
Will there be lightness in the dark,
some day another garden Park?
written and posted to sis Jo's fill in the blank challenge 'the ____ night'
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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