Water_witch-2by Abigael26 Dec 2013

In reverie, alone at twilight
hope is the treasure we share
through our waking dreams.

Hope rising takes loves hand
and as owls by path of night
they fly towards the morrow.

In creative minds hope births
the genius to inspire growth
nature is abundant in seed.

Inflorescence shared with all,
we link arms in hope, together
walk earth's beautiful garden

in expectation of the sunrise.