Hope

When the winter came, the uninhabited found habitation
Looking into a mirror his reflected scowl aged him
A prior fall gave fertile grounds absorbed precipitation
Gazing into a stream his wavering smile grew dim

When the hail pelleted, the injured sought protection
Seeing in a vision clearly a dream colored darkly
The prior fallout's remnant left little hope of resuscitation
Yet viewing them revealed a beauty to put it starkly