A Spark of Hope

 

My mind's feast never stopped 

From west to east. 

Here steps in sorrow 

Making everything narrow. 

It changed all my delights to plights and all tries to cries. 

The world came to an end

No one was my friend. 

Then all I saw was a tree 

To lend my thoughts for free. 

It fluttered its leaves in an awful glory 

That's when I started my story. 

Nothing was to an end, nothing was to a start 

I was in the middle of a path. 

Tears were shedding 

Like the shedding leaves. 

Just then I pulled up my sleeves 

Like the new leaflets a spark of hope lifted me…

For the days of sorrow came to an end

And the tree was my best friend.