A Sonnet On Promises Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Each promise made, a seed within the earth,
A fragile spark beneath the weight of stone.
It craves the rain to prove its quiet worth,
And sunlight's touch to claim its place alone.

Some bloom like lilies, pure and swiftly bright,
While others twist like vines through time's embrace.
A few are shadows lost to endless night,
Or fleeting winds that leave a fleeting trace.

Yet in their roots lies hope, a vow to stand,
Though storms may rage and skies may tear apart.
Each tender bond, an oath by fate's own hand,
Is etched in whispers deep within the heart.

For promises, like stars, can light our skies,
Or break like glass—but still, their truth applies.