Sounds #3

Rustling: A song of hopefulness

After cracks that deep down bore
After blood that the earth quick soaked
After clashes that left no sound
I saw hands with abundance in abounds
And as the birds chirped her coming
The leaves in romance rustled a reckoning.

In a cloak clad white
She like sun shone bright
Golden locks on a creamy frail of stuff
In abundance were her love and in abundance was her soul
From the dreary eyes of men
A lil'  moment of care she stole.

Reaping the farms though the skies grew dark
An ember so strong in all she embarked
And soon it spread like a fire wild
A shining sun had someone seen
Coming into the skies bright

But where was she when all was fine?
A little rustling of leaves sang a chime
She was hope - a fairest lady
In the Edens of hearts she still sings her rhymes

The trees sober from their lives at large
Bore giant fruits in a holy spark
And as they fell, in hope they died
From them shall come new groves of life...

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