warm embers

purple orchid
slender highness of the
garden
sing to us your sweet song
breathe on us your
fragrant hymns of
peace in this
stormy land

(rain) bow -- of hope, stretched
slim,
bring us your band
of colours, troops of red
blue green
marching in rhythm
across grey skies
telling us why
we should
hold on

youth of
our nation
be patient as life's poetry
unfolds
the writer is of old
we're told
despite the guns and
war
he's calling ships to shore
happy ending

breathing life
(warm embers of
hope)
into a cold
and dying
world