The Revival

It’ was a still dark night, 

Not a leaf trembled, 

Not a soul moved, 

Ghostly silhouettes, 

Of large trees loomed, 

Imaginations at a distance, 

Melted into darkness, 

The moon shrouded, 

By sinister clouds, 

It seemed all hope was lost, 

Until, abruptly! 

The moon light broke through, 

Emerging victorious, 

Spilling its radiant warmth,

A strange exuberance, 

Pervaded nature, 

And bore testimony, 

Of a resilient life!

 - Ajay Dass