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.

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