A seed is sown,
a bud to yield,
a light is born,
a dream fulfilled.
From tiny rose,
to towering oak,
each finds the room,
to cultivate hope.
Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered...
Awww this is lovely and the flow is superb!
ReplyDeleteso hopeful!! love it!
ReplyDeletelove this upbeat poem, e.a.s.
ReplyDeletedelightful,
ReplyDeletewell done.
How lovely hope is so abundant when we are young .Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteloved the interchange in the piece
ReplyDeleteIt highlights the innocence and hope of youth in a short , sweet but very effective manner !
ReplyDeleteI love this brief and succint poem. How interesting that so many of us chose to write about hope!
ReplyDeleteHope embraced in a short but beautiful imagery. Well written. Thanks very much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHow are you?
ReplyDeleteWelcome join us for week 6 short story slam fun,
Bless you..
Keep it up!
hope all is well.