Look far beyond the greens and blues
Behind the hills and past the moons
In front of dreams but not too far
From the faintest twinkle of a fading star
Just before the dawns first light
After the warmest summers night
Intact to all that's heard or seen
From high to low and in between
A newborns cry, the morning sun
Next to truth it cannot be undone
Deep within the oceans tide
Upon all things to which we confide
In fairy tales and movie screens
Even in out cries and screams
Hush now child please don't mope
For in everything, there lies hope.
-May 15, 2002
*This is by far my favorite poem that I have written.
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