Optimistic Tones

A long way off, the silver bell
Begins to toll its silver knell.
The tones rise on the wind and carry.
They urge the listener to tarry.
They cross the green lawn, rising, singing.
All can hear the bell now ringing
Louder with each tolling note,
Brighter with the rising hope.
Soon the song will bless the land
From far off to wherever you stand.
Hear it ring, that silver bell,
Promising all will be well.

Chani Zwibel is a graduate of Agnes Scott College, a poet, wife and dog-mom who was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but now dwells in Marietta, Georgia. She enjoys writing poetry after nature walks and daydreaming. Read other articles by Chani.