No Name (for right now)

The flower blooms

with the hope

that tomorrow

will be brighter

The baby cardinal

flies again

knowing it can do better

the next time 'round

The babbling stream

keeps running

sure someone will clear

the waste away

The wind whistles,

weaving through the meadow

waiting for someone to stop

and listen for a while

The Sun will rise

above us all

Imagining a person

smiling at the sight of it

Author's Note

I wrote this poem without a name, so if you have an idea please let me know. I didn't mean to be put so much alliteration in the 4th stanza but oh well.

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

I like this tribute to hope, mostly because its not an outlook that you see often, and you captured it well here. Have you considered using a name that refrences the sunrise, since you are saying that thigs always have to get brighter?

[Tasha]

I like it with no name and I'm not just saying that because I have no name. It reads amazingly and it makes you think. Great job.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Raven Starhawk]

I do not have a name for you but this reads amazing. It speaks to me as though they are my very own thoughts.