Hope Continues

The ocean is on fire
Doom looms over the horizon
But this morning I woke up
And the sun was still shinin’

Hate, with his brows furrowed in rage
Aims to take with wrath
Love, with her smile softened by peace
Will always have the last laugh

Hope continued marching on
Coursing, causing veins to glow
I am beauty’s witness as I see fall leaves,
buzzing bumbling bees or the occasional rainbow

I’ve often asked
Is this the end?
And Hope always replies
”No, I don’t think so.”

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