Hope Poem by Houda Boukassoula

There comes a time
When your eyesight is alright
Yet your eyes cease seeing
You exist but you cease living
Everything in you refuses living
When you cease hoping
When you cease feeling
Only your spirit keeps the door ajar
Waiting in faith for nature character
For a fresh sprout to split the ground
Wave softly in a dance with the breeze
Slit the darkness and establish dawn
Among falling dry autumn leaves
To bloom them into colourful flowers
Spreading life refreshing fragrances
That teach your eyes to see anew.