Flower of Hope

The armies begin their conquest of glory Generals shout, as the masters of war For the soldiers to march to the quarry Archers rise up, in hand are their bows Javelins in front, their spears reared back Axes sharpened waiting for the enemy While scouts go forward, ahead of the pack The rest eat, their daily granary The scouts return, back to their masters “they won’t let up, they will stay true They won’t surrender, they’ve readied stone casters” The general slammed his fist, which was heard in Tim-buck-too “men its time to fight, we will not flee, My children of war its time to play” All cheered while the general mounted up He shouted out, “with me!” Thus all flew into the fray Swords clashed Shields clanged Flesh was slashed And heads were banged After days of fighting the battle was won Bodies were littered about, blood soaked the soil The soldiers went home, the job was done The dead were left to boil Days later as bodies decayed Out from the earth sprouted the tiniest flower Its recent endeavor, unfortunately, delayed But no one was there to see it bloom with power Today it shows us that even in great darkness That a tiny light shimmers with much brightness That with a little faith, magic, and hope In tough situations we can learn to cope.