Nature does her best to give us hope in what's to come,
to show us time and time again
that death can be a prelude to rebirth.
But still: when we're distraught by all that's dying --
the rose that fades, the life that ebbs,
the energy that flags, the dreams that wither and dissolve,
how can we find the confidence
to trust that something new is being born?
Faith, at times, seems very far away...
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