At the
end of the rainbow
I met
them
Hanging on
to a thin film
Of hope
or despair?
The hard
wind
Shattered
their home.
Their
hours of labour,
Building
blocks in white
Lay exhausted,
On the
green grass below.
Trust
never fails
Perseverance
pays
They build
the hive again
Buzzing busily
as ever
As to
their razed home,
The
wasted honey combs
Lay oozing nectar
On the
thin blades of grass
And fed
the little brown birds
Serenading
songs of joy.
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