The final hours are counting down. Preparations are underway to leave town. The organizer is saying his final good-byes. Uncertainty abounds, no one can deny.
Monday will come as it always does. The worker bees will gather all abuzz. Seeking the fragrance of sweet inspiration from one. Everyone gathered in cautious unison.
Many words will be spoken in the days ahead In an effort to bring life and to save the dead. Hope should flourish with the young. Promises made will go unsung.
Truth can be revealed and hidden in time. But the hill in front of the remaining will be very steep to climb. Without trust as a companion and the daily bread, The trail is difficult enough without being misled.