Dove

In a World where peace is lost,

And Birds sing no more,

Where Imagination is in frost,

And all are at Deaths’ door.

A single Dove flies in the night sky.

A signal of Hope for tomorrow.

A sign of Love gliding by.

Setting the World aglow.

Now above the cotton clouds,

The Dove let's out a whisper,

"Escape your bounds, Oh teary crowds.

Escape your twister, Oh wild sister."

With that the Dove is lost,

Leaving in it's mist,

Imagination no longer in frost,

And a World no longer missed.