I believe #18

A Sunday night standing on my balcony. I can hear the trees screaming at the edge of the lot. It's that time of year again- rebirth around the corner. My stocking feet on the cold cement as I look past the horizon, spring not far off, sunrises not far off. Hope will soon bud on the screaming trees and I will be there to say that I believe and I will believe again,

believe me