wildpixs

A road with mossy, lime-green stones, And busy crackling telephone poles, A cracked, old, broken road, Adorned with little pink flowers. The pimply moon shines down, Grumbling as she does so, She doesn’t have skin as fair as milk, And she calls herself a sight. A few trees broken, lie on the road, Ravaged by a human storm, And a lynx slinking away, Without making a sound. The woods are broken, pale and in a heap, And berries have been eaten by merry sheep, It’s a chaotic world, Silent chaos here, but chaos all the same. But someone decided to grace the lonely occasion, It’s a creature, small and white, It’

In a sea of darkness, A light shines out, Lending cheer to the bleak night, A hopeful, determined ray of light. The light is hope, The light is an unbroken spirit, The light is the cheer among the gloom, The light is the will that finds a way. Many will succumb to the darkness, Many will crumble and fall, But some will stand and fight, Some will be that ray of light. Darkness saps, The glow of life, Darkness dims The hopeful light. But, darkness can be defeated, Defeated by will, Defeated by spirit, Defeated by hope. Many will give up, At the first sign of defeat, At the first sign of troubles ahead, Many will let go, t