Forests or white sands
A beacon lit only at night
The sparrow with its fledglings;
One does not have to travel far to find change
When the green there today
Was not in bloom yesterday
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Fiction & Poetry Journal of T. Wong
Those last three lines are beyond perfect. Brilliant work.
Thanks! I’m always glad to hear when something worked for you. =)
You’re welcome.