Crescent_Moon

There is beauty
in the simple things
be it flora or fauna
or something with wings

A drop of dew
on the petal of a flower
or the school bell
chiming every hour

The melting snow
and the new green grass 

alone in the dark without a light
blinded by the night
cold and shivering I just might
die

even when you 
find me you are a
ghost 
haunting me

I don't know the way
just let me work this out

A cloud of gloom and doom
hangs above our heads
and our eyes are on the ground
We feel that nothing can be done
that everything is lost
but there's something to be found
Out of the clouds shines a light