cuts across the dark scape
a glimmer in a sea of unseen
a glimmer of what could be
but is not
not yet
the dying yellow
fades into Winter's grasp
but rises again
rises again in Spring's
new birth
over and over
this green to gold
and gold to Winter's
unseen but crushing cold
one day this green will
never again fade
but will rise
a burning gold strand
to a gold crown
set on a Head worthy
a Hope that will turn
the dark to light
the unseen to seen
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