Promise

 Promise

It looks like snow clouds again.
Will this winter ever end?
I long to feel the sunshine warm my face.
The snow when it first falls is soft and white and peaceful
But soon it is polluted and with filth it is disgraced.

But underneath it’s surface, deep beneath the ground
There are seeds of life just waiting to break through.
The hope that comes with springtime is something I hold on to
There is promise in the earth when it’s renewed.