The Future Held
/Winter's desert, held so tight
In frozen earth and endless night
In living sought in empty fare
In scarce resource, a larder
bare
When all seems lost, with all hope gone
As Winter's icy hands hold on
The Sun returns , a sky so blue
The earth now softens gentle dew
Caressed, now yields and
from below
A thousand lives begin to grow
Eternal struggle, uncertain, doubt
The future held, a single sprout
By Ranger CR
From: United Kingdom
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