Never afraid of the thunder, deep roots holding,
light keeping, from knowing prior civilizations
and the devastation of kings.
They will hold you when you cry, write a poem
when you’re blue, lift your spirits
with simply a word or two.
And there are times, when they bury their faces
in a bouquet of flowers, dreaming of a more beautiful world.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”