Eternal Hope
In the deep of fall
I saw a bluebird take flight
and it was such a beautiful sight.
Blue wings against the golden backdrop
of rustling leaves
fluttering gracefully
with barely a sound...
yet inspiring poetic bliss
of rhyme
as it sought against the wind
to land on the vine.
But the wind proved too strong
and mercilessly
cast her to the ground
where she huddled
amongst the golden fallen leaves
collecting her strength
for another attempt
at solace on the vine.
But the wind did not die
and her attempts were in vain
and so she huddled amongst the leaves,
shivering, coldly wishing
for her soul mate to find her
and help ease her pain.
She huddled closer to the tree
knowing all of life's answers
could be found upon her road,
an old road,
paved with nature's tradition
where countless bluebirds had sat,
huddling,
in the past,
and would again
for generations to come,
surviving against all odds,
because that is the way of God
through Mother Nature...
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Written by Colette Marks & John Peter Davis
Copyright 2007
