Vigil 3

If
This
Old
World
Hangs
Together
And,
Depending
On
The
Weather,
We’ll
All
Live,
Despite
The
Pain,
Until
The
Plum
Tree
Blooms
Again.
War
Threatens,
Money’s
Scarce,
And
Frightened,
We
Cower,
But
Hold
On
With
Every
Power,
Resolute,
Until
Once
Again,
The
Plum
Tree
Comes
Into
Flower.