Hope

There is yet hope for us
The sun has not set
On the age of man.

We may yet find what is lost,
Rekindle the dying embers,
Renew this earth once more.

Turn tarmac into grass,
Concrete into trees,
Hard metal to soft brown earth;

Pain into joy,
Tears into laughter
And death into life.

• “Hope” is from Luke Eastwood’s recently published book of poetry entitled Through the Cracks in the Concrete the Wilderness Grows

Luke Eastwood is a horticulturist and writer based in Ireland. Read other articles by Luke, or visit Luke's website.