A barren tree, I stand alone. Frigid breezes rip at me. They have been here before, They show no signs of abating. Some day I might lose a limb. Some day when the wind howls and Blows its roaring breath at me. I will break and fall, Down, Down, Down.
Today I saw a spark of hope, It barely showed at first. But as we fanned the tiny flame, It light and warmth forth burst. The smallest kindness made the flame, Kindle larger and make known. It’s presence be not very small, But great to us, it’s light forth shown.