The tree’s pale branches turn again to red
Lately they’ve been pale yet they are not dead
The Covid winter did the same to us
Yet we shall brighten too we be are not cursed
There is no God who punishes like this
Though we have gone wrong we seek new paths
But men will fight engendering new wrath
Murder hate and rage can grip our hearts
Even in the home, fly poisoned darts
One changed person,one new life
Can lead many others out of strife.
How my heart sings 