Heavens gray and branches bare
Save for what is growing there,
Sometimes faded, hard to find
Until we look beyond the sky.
Feeling discouraged requires no effort these days. Between the continued exploitation of our planet, deterioration of social and familiar connection, and countless sources of stress and financial strain which bog us down every day, sometimes it’s difficult to remember, that as long as we draw breath, we have hope, and like the branches and flowers of a plumeria tree, when we pull together, our joined hopes and dreams become infinitely more obtainable.