HOPE

 Worship and sing

"bloom the flowers

to accompany swing".

Yet, they bloom

only when the time

says...

We are singing to?

"Make summer

shimmer like the moon"

Yet, pleasant smell

only when the time

says...

Who is listening?

Ears ringing with

the passionate song,

Still.

We transcend;

to the hope we surrender

and hope keeps us

in a home

with unfamiliarities.