Picking up old plastic bottles, finding half-eaten food, sipping on old beverages and nipping in and out of supermarket bins.
A waif with no mother to hug her and no father to play games.
She is alone, yet when the moon shines full, the stars tell her of better days ahead.
The summer & the winter will pass,
just as the good & the bad will pass.
Be like the many flowers in spring,
or the colourful trees in autumn.
Wear hope like a cashmere scarf
around your neck
to remind you that
we will all go back to mossy mud.
Then live your life.
downtrodden man of strength
leading the way into the light
does he do everything by a star?
or is he full of distant starlight?
wavelets of change lap at the shore
slowly, slowly, slowly they grow
now waves smash at the shore
A protagonist of hope in this world