Soul

 

when your soul is filled with the anguish

emptiness and hollow sorrow of a once

scarred and beaten old tree

will your soul, will it fill the heart

of the unborn flower that's afraid

to come into bloom and bear 

the burden of being beautiful

and when it does, will its fragrance then

descend into the heart of every single soul

and will peace in its valleys prevail

(c) JR. 2022 (c) Foto