Hope

Seeds of hope when sowed, becomes the soil

Of the future, watered when the present is a toil

We remain afraid, of burning even one seed

The mind sees this as a great misdeed

Drenching us in the rain of fear

And making time switch into a slower gear

Prolonging the wait, stretching hope

A test, the mind makes us unfit to cope

We forget, the fruit we have been handed

Of life, that is taken for granted

Seeds of which we can never hope to find

Now a tree with many limbs, not just mankind

Roots run deep, its ends will never be found

But we can enjoy life’s fruits which abound

When we leave our personal garden aside

Where we struggle to hold the hand of desire