the glorious mortality that defies forever
a promise that discerns the word of never
as beauty ends from the eyes of the beholder
hues are hidden behind the shadows of wonder

this is the wistful remnants of yesterdays glory
now belongs to the telltales of folklore story
all that cast from the pedestal of a memory
in mournful remains in the broken lands revelry

but time and again in creation, nothing can end
high trees have been told, they shall never bend
until the world’s rebirth shall start to live again
exist in faith and hope as world start to rebuild

one day soon in time this slivered land will heal
from the dying ember, the warmth shall prevail
as the sun and moon, in their rejoicing ordeal
spread the wonders and beauty of a world so real

in watercolor painting by suzette portes san jose