I think forsythia is mellow light, <br />Beyond the confines of all wrong or right. <br />That warms war weary eyes against the night. <br /> <br />The power of its brave statement after pain <br />Makes one believe that hope is not in vain. <br />Something resembling sun will rise again. <br /> <br />Sheer beauty has the solace to restore <br />The soul until the ignorance of war, <br />Is nothing but a shadow anymore. <br /> <br />Shine on Forsythia burn like a prayer, <br />For those who sent their good-byes home by air. <br />We wish for them, always a spring somewhere.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mellow-light/
