Redemption

Down glory lane lays an olive branch Mercilessly pruned from old ranch Gracefully swayed by a summer’s breeze A memory seed beneath the ground Romances soil when passionately ground A subtle emergence of a new life Unearths an everlasting sweet aroma That emancipates souls from carnal ride There is a wispy kiss to the whirl As it mingles with heavenly will Collaborating a symphony of gusty truth As it wins souls with a commanding truce Pure olives sprout from lonely souls Outright healing from bleeding sores Comes with a great celebration For the rise of a new generation There is no going back For these, shall never lack