Glowing, Flowing, Radiant

I like the way some of these words work together.


Poem Six


Points of light
break through my mind
and close the gap
between ignorance
and strength.
Cold winds
of death
blow an
icy grip
that terrorizes
children
but teaches much.

Deep and green,
blue and fluid,
a frightened babe
rests all hope
upon an outside
world.
Anew
and blooming
against the odds
comes glowing,
comes flowing,
comes radiant
with life
onto the globe.