
When the sky had blackened All hope seemed to be lost Cries of terror rang out Death was reaping a high cost Buildings destroyed Smoke in the air Bombs had gone off People lay everywhere No sun in the sky Not a smile around Homes were no more Families not found Weeks had gone by The wounds feeling fresh The once clean air still smelled Of sad burning flesh Ash covered ground World black and white We needed someone To set things right A little girl approached me She opened her hand A purple flower lay there This is still our land We then started to shout We began to stand up and rise Earth's colors came flooding back As it heard our joyful cries Hope is never truly lost If we just let ourselves see When we stand united We stand together free
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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