A Villanelle

I am the bard of Newfound Hope
Where every newborn child’s a friend
Of animal, man, of trees and hope.

There none in darkness need to grope,
The sun to every soul does tend.
I am the bard of Newfound Hope

And misery has but limited scope
Where dwells a Will (that makes it bend)
Of animal, man, of trees and hope;

There lovers love and soon elope
Whose songs go on and do not end.
I am the bard of Newfound Hope

With troubles it’s not hard to cope,
When you know that you are a friend
Of animal, man, of trees and hope.

Since it’s not ruled by king or pope
I fear no sword, no chair or rope.
I am the bard of Newfound Hope
Of animal, man, of trees and hope.