Poetry can uphold the world,
Breathe life into life,
In a time of turmoil.
Only words,
So loved,
Can stand out
Like a reckoning;
Buoyed up like a boat,
On uncharted waters.
The time to live
Is now;
The moment to shine
Is real.
When all is said
And done,
There is nothing more
To say,
The tree loses its blossoms.
And so,
The world keeps turning.
