Hope

by Luke Eastwood / May 15th, 2016

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 writer, graphic designer and horticulturist, he also gained a BSc (Hons) in Business Computing Systems from City University, London. He continues to use computer technology for both work and pleasure. You can read more of his work at lukeeastwood.com Read other articles by Luke, or visit Luke's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, May 15th, 2016 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.