See the sprout?

It survives from the hard ground.

Breaking through the crust that keeps it trapped.

A fighter and an achiever for better days.

Times to thrive instead of just survive.

It could not have lasted as long as it did without hope.

***

Look at the green leaves.

Funny how you can tell the texture without touching it.

The smooth coolness impervious to the heat.

Still tender but just the same.

Nature that is ingrained in the soft growth before it even takes its first breath.

Natural and beautiful confidence.

***

It survives in spite of fear.

Many have been trampled before it.

Many after it will die a slow death of overexposure.

Becoming mere sidewalk impressions that people try to scrub away.

Life could hurt very much compared to life in that little seed.

Yet it sprouts.

***

Why do you know what that sprout feels like?

You are kindred souls.

Deep down you defy the odds out of more than survival.

Life can be cruel but you still push on.

You know how tender that sprout is, because you feel it too.

You strive for more because of hope.