Generations strings dissolve

Grannies uphold

In the New Land, Love Buds prevail

*

The passing of a decade

Blooming soil

New rosebuds

*

'tis the sparkling of thy soul:

Life dew,

To, and, for:

me

"

'They are afraid of nothing,’ I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. ‘Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.’  "

- Charlotte Bronte, Wuthering Heights