Green Light

Green Light

One spring leaf in a world of chaos
The wind tugging mercilessly at its frail arms
The green glimmer flickering into the past
A candle of hope for the survivors
As they struggle up with wounds from their brothers
Not a glimpse or a glance
Or even a look over the shoulder
They carry on, the guns weighing more every step
The angels and demons crawling over their backs
Never once do they spy the green spring leaf
Never once do they wonder why it still hangs on
Would they question why it remains?
When everything it stayed for has died?
What is the truth?
Lying within the thin membranes of the spring leaf
In the world’s despair the leaf has faith
Faith that the world can turn
Turn out from the deep winter air
The roots of the tree, an ancestor so great he never dies
Prying deeper into the earth
And drawing out the radiance
Setting them against the stone to wait
Until the snows pass
And the chills burn away
And that that one spring leaf
Will see his truth
The sun peering over the rocky cliffs
Sunlight dripping down the grey world
The golden light washing the blood
Off of his green spring light


(I still thinks this sucks, wabbit)