Fragile- Aisling Cronin

Birdsong through the trees Glimmers of light And the faintest trace of hope

That is what drives you on: Stumbling Searching Barely knowing what it is you seek.

You have never fully known.

But now you strive and turn To the light that lies ahead And you have faith: You will make it Through the brambles The thorns The old fallen leaves

Listen for that birdsong through the trees.

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