Hope Claws Its Way Back

I’ve been having thoughts about the doom-and-gloom narrative of the world, and oddly enough it inspired hope in me..? I don’t know exactly. This poem just sort of came out of me today. Enjoy!

The trenches are all green now;
Pushing grass up from the dirt
and something else grows with it, 
flowers, yes, but more covert -- 

The wolves are back in Yellowstone, 
and Chernobyl's filled with life, 
and Hiroshima stands with dignity,
beyond past suffering and strife ---

and the ozone hole closed over,
and the pandemic is dead and gone,
and the world still spins like always,
and provides ground to stand upon --- 

and the moon still catches meteors,
and my hands still feel brand-new. 
and I know that good things will come again.
After all, they always do.