There Is Hope in Little Things

There is hope in little things
Sprouting up when diligently watered
Buried in the warm embrace of thick soil
Talons extending deep for nourishment
There is hope of for frail things
Of the discarded, and unneeded
Shall I then bury the mass here
Of the unloved, and unwanted
Will then its talons stretch forth
To find the nourishment dashed
When we cut the living cord
When watered will it grow
And sprout a million others like it
Fruits indistinguishable from the rest
Or just one unique story
Whom is just searching for another
Warm, sunken cave
Another pregnant earth
In seeds with pliable bones
In cries never heard
In the soft plop of the red waste
Plant then those little things
And watch your sadness grow
Watch the despair bear fruit
Watch the haunting ripen
And eat the deceased flavor
Of the wanting seed