Mute
Adrift within the mist and haze
Wanderers trapped within a daze
A daydream of a coming
The rains, they fall in green and gray
Softly heard, the pull and sway
Of ancient psalms now humming
Through floods and through the drownings
New buds and blooms come crowning
And hope, a hymn now thrumming
Does not seem so very far away
But for now the world is bleak and gray
And the rains they sound of drumming
The steady beat of yesterdays
The rains have come, are here to stay
Nature's hopes stop strumming
The flowers droop, are beaten down
Leaves are wilting toward the ground
Away from rain's incoming.
Blackness rears it's feral head
Thinking endless hues are dead
That monochrome is numbing
Dumbing our minds, dulling our senses
Yet operating under false pretenses
It could not hear the humming.
For every wilted flower has a beauty of it's own
As if through a veil, before a throne
We'll stand tall, embrace the sunning
And for forgotten shores our souls will sail
All will be well, all will be well
All will be now, with no more coming.
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