Twas a reprieve A time to rest A time to rebelieve That time is gone Is blown away How can we, this time retrieve? I see the children Laugh and play I see the hope within I see that though things will change The future is not grim.
This poem is the sequel to Thunder rumbles This poem will be raw, and it will flow as it does. I must release what’s inside, before it erupts. I usually write in rhyme, but now there is no reason. — In a flash, the dry forest was engulfed in flame, The fire spread fast, as it … More In a Flash