When

the world is not so beautiful
the flowers waste water

the women can no longer find their song
the children refuse to play

there are no men to teach to love
the ground inside collapses

the coldest winter screams
the summer burns red

the sea is full of blues
and the sky opens up

At least I'll have poetry
a gathering of words

a get-together of emotions
a font of ideas

hope with wings
poems that fly