Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
At Mateo’s announcement, Lena looked down to find her basket too, was empty. But as she gazed out over all the work they’d done, it had become clear that their efforts had bloomed and blossomed as it were. Much more beauty, much more bounty, than the age-old threats of primordial stone and earth – a freer existence for those in the present and future. “We did wonderfully,” she added, finding nothing wrong with the notions at all. Brushing soil and soot from her hands, she gleaned back to the others. “Absolutely. My treat.”
And from there, they could leave a multitude of flowers behind, in place of destruction.
{FIN}
And from there, they could leave a multitude of flowers behind, in place of destruction.
{FIN}
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
