At Charley’s suggestion, I’ve had a second attempt at the Secret Keeper’s prompt, and written a more hopeful version of my earlier effort. Thanks Charley 🙂
No easy path we tread, we walk with fear
These pavements hard, and worries ever near,
And dull the foggy air, the future drear.
But light floods river ripples spreading bright,
With gold at morning, silver moon at night,
And bathes in dusky blue the swallows’ flight.
Look to the rose, the fledgling taught to fly,
Listen to the lark sing, climbing high,
And watch hope paint with stars the evening sky.