clouds make a
blanket in the even sky
bright stars are
like glistening eyes
whispering wind
carries jasmine scent
aged oaks sway with
their great limbs bent
the paths that we
follow are hidden in the night
if we can ferret
them out with our might
we shall sound the
trumpets and horns
alerting all on the
planet what he warns
but darkness and
tumult we must set aside
war and hatred are
not the way: they lied
we must love and
accept the differences so small
hold our neighbors’
hands, the stranger so tall
that we give to each
person, just like me
and our future, so
sure, ‘twill always be