In even the most barren desert there lies a hope of life,
external springs that dampen dust in wells of tears
In deepest fathomed oceans where massive pressures crush,
survive minute corals with the delicate beauty of fears
In secret rain-forest where canopies allow scant light,
grow orchids of gold and blue from lovers kisses
In ice fields vast and bitter arctic winds
nature’s children play hide and seek with warmest wishes
In the desolate rolling Glens walked by Wallace’s ghost
purple heather blooms in earth’s wondrous clarity
In the harshest concrete jungles where hope is shaken
live a thousand hungry beggars with smiles of charity
and in this womb where a child might not grow
survives a woman of hope it is my wonder to know
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