Spark of Hope

A sliver of green. A flicker of life. 

A spark of hope.

A wondrous gift from the heavens, yet thou is nothing but an insignificant sprout.

Only a molecule compared to thine illustrious relatives.

Mountainous landscapes created by nanoscopic pebbles tower high above thou head, along with the ethereal clouds… that seem eternities away.

Before long, though, thou shall stand tall and proud, thy ravenous roots feasting on the dirt with fatal ferocity. 

Soon, thy strapping branches will pierce the murky clouds, intruding the mighty heavens, and every inch of thy towering framework shall be suffocated by abundant clusters of green!

Thou shall stand for long, though one day, thou shall grow old, and thy trembling skin will gradually flake out of existence, carried away by the zephyr. 

Thy twig-like branches will break free, and eventually, so shall thy soul.

But for now, though, thou is nothing but an insignificant sprout.

For now, all thou can do is anticipate thy bright future, and let the beaming sun gnaw on your veins, 

slowly strengthening thy delicate bones.

Nothing but an insignificant

sprout.