A darkening sky, with leaden clouds
Breaking branches from bowing trees.
A whining, wailing chorus,
Becoming a crescendo in discordant unity.
Underneath a drone, a bass note
Supporting the higher harmonies.
Then a break in the sound,
Bright beams of light reach down.
Earth is touched.
Trees stand straight
Deserts are lush, and streams run clear.
Still birds begin again to sweetly call.
A new faith is hatched
From decreasing shadows.
Arms are raised aloft
And spirits mourn no more
Harmony is found to hope,
Renew, restore and rejoice.