Beneath the hush of silver trees,
Where shade lies soft upon the breeze,
A quiet place the world forgot,
Yet dreams still bloom in every spot.
The darkest leaves don’t steal the sun
They cradle light when day is done.
For even in the hush of gray,
The roots of hope still find their way.
A child will rise with open eyes,
To chase the echoes in the skies.
Her laughter plants a brighter seed
Where yesterday had left its need.
Tomorrow waits with arms outstretched,
Beyond the scars that time has etched.
Each shadow holds a silent vow
The future isn’t far, it’s now.
So may we walk where sorrows laid,
And build a home in every shade.
Not just survive, but bloom and climb
Toward a dawn past hurt and time.
©yuri222
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