I find myself in the same location,
Beating upon broken records of ill thought.
In a new brightening morning
Of a new lit place
I can see the sad begin to wake.
Green gardens make a place full
Of warmer trails,
While this great charm is the product of disaster.
While the beautiful live in full, the lonely live in loss.
Replications of these symbols nature provides
Break the ground for honesty,
Or a possible reach for humanity.
