My Poetry: Beside Those Reading This

It has to do with the sunset,
In the conviction the sun
Will once again rise,
Beside those who are reading this.

It has to do with pregnant belief
That love is not stillborn, and
A bit more, besides
Those who are reading this.

It has to do with the ancient oak,
Within which truth grew
From heart of the fallen acorn
Beside those who are reading this.

It has to do with the fallow field,
From whose earth one day we shall reap
So as we wait, go tell others
Beside those who are reading this.

It has to do with the sunset.
In the conviction the sun
May rise and fall, but its beauty
Resides inside those reading this.