Rebirth

• Ebony Hanns, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2008

The crisp sensation,
Fills the air,
And all that is,
Is born anew,
Freshened by the,
Tears of God,
Who created them first,
Born to struggle through,
The dark and to
Emerge as roses
In dawns light,
And when they wither
To wait for
The rain so they
Can be born again.