Revival

I still hear the whispers from that old creek bed, not all is lost, not all is dead.
Although the leaves fall and the water stands still, the growth to come remains at will.
No broken sticks or rocks laid barren, can end the truth that lies there in.
That cold, hard ground will surely give way, to life, to love, to freedom one day.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

In four sentences you have shown how hope prevails and life does too. Where we once saw wasteland, we can now see life. We move through revival like the seasons, too slow to see, but it's all still going on behind the scenes.
Beautiful positive words.

[Faith]

Thank you for reading and giving me feedback. Much appreciated.

[alifeacoustic]

You are welcome.

[Wondering Mind]

Lovely form, fitting for the message.
Excuse my ignorance, but is there a name for this style?

[Faith]

Hey there, honestly I have no clue. I'm sure there is a name but I'm a novice when it comes to the formalities of poetry. Thanks for the read tho!