I heard a bird sing out the word:
Hope! Hope! Hope!
A butterfly I saw confide:
Hope! Hope! Hope!
I smelled the flowers pure and sweet
And ate the fruit from giving trees.
I touch the Word; I’m seen and heard:
Hope! Hope! Hope!
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My nature-inspired Quadrille for De’s prompt at
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Hope springs eternal, especially in nature. That is one great place to go when the world has driven you out of your mind. Thanks for the reminder
Beautiful
Wonderful. I especially like “ate the fruit from giving trees.” I’m reminded of the book (I think?) that my children had, The Giving Tree. 🙂
I love your triple-triple repetition of hope. Reminds me of the Trinity, the source of our greatest hope.
I like the repetition of hope and how it seems to grow within your poem, as I read it. Very nice, Crystal.