Tapestry

Signs of hope break through the darkness,

Wind weaves in between branches, Light reaches the drenched leaves.

Whistling across the vast field of trees. Deep rumbles reach the horizon.

Glooming shadows darken the landscape.

Insects whimper no longer, Chilled droplets fall from above, And return to normal life. We quickly run inside.

There exists a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow Its glory foretold by prophecies tenfold

It exists just beyond tomorrow always slightly in view It’s glistening, shimmering shadow reflects only what in your soul is hollow

But if your sight Is true and you see gold, silver, and sin Be not afraid of that clue as there is little time to renew

The lies deep within For once a journey has ended: you cannot remember how to begin fixing the problems within*