Teen Ink

   

The clouds are grey with gloom,

the world emits a feeling of doom

a shaft of light breaks through.



In the heavenly light from above

slowly spirals a single white dove

descending ever downward towards the dew.



The light describes a field of flowering daisies,

a silent ballet of colors is painted into sight

as thousands of butterflies lift off into flight.



To one side lay an ancient wooden rail,

broken beamed, its purpose long forgotten:



Atop the rail a small brown rabbit sits

with flopping ears and tail of soft white cotton.



This pulchritudinous scene assaults my senses

as I begin to see the beauty, of life and broken fences.