A NEW BLOSSOM
A blossom
will bloom once again in this stalk;
The tears that spills in darkness
and gloom
Will disappear from the countenance;
The tender sprigs will come out on the
boughs
On the tumbleweeds of the desert.
The sun will peep through the dense
canopy
Of the clouds when it showers,
glittering
With its brilliant sunlight.
The woeful despair in the mind will
depart,
As shadows from the darkened screen
of the soul.
And a flower will bloom as a finger
of the first rains.
The dazzling radiance of the morning
sun
Shall commence dancing among the
foliage
Where the birds are whistling in
glee..
The entrancing melody of the
meandering river
In its ripples, presenting a symphony orchestra,
And in its wake glide the toy
boats of the mind as
Happy reminiscences through the waterway.
Again a flower will blossom and the silver
Lining on the edge of the clouds
will appear,
On the horizons of the cluttered mind.....
