Just Have Hope

  A field of green.  A singing river. A line of trees.  A red carnation blooms. For few to see.  And when the sun barely peaks the trees a visitor comes. He runs the length of the field and back. The flowers sway in the breeze. The sun crests the sky and falls again. The visitor returns. He gathers firewood and trims the trees. He says not a word. No expression on his face. The flowers sway in the breeze. He doesn’t seem to notice them. The rain falls from the sky and the flowers welcome it. The visitor runs across the field. He smiles as the sun pokes through the clouds. It shines on the flowers. For the first time, he sees. The visitor lets the flowers be.  But he doesn’t forget them.  As they grow towards the sun, towards the sky, for few to see.  The birds learn to fly. The leaves on the trees are welcomed. The grass grows greener, fuller. The visitor appears more and more. He smiles often and laughs to himself. He watches the flowers as they grow....