You may not see possibility

In winter’s dried up, frozen ground

Just wait til brave green shoots emerge

Tulips proclaim that spring’s around

The corner – flowering trees are soon

Adorned in fragile pink and white

Then long-awaited leaves emerge

To triumph, bring in summer’s light

So too a struggle, hope, or life

May seem suspended in the cold

The buried seeds still live, beneath

They fight to break through and take hold

The buds will come, the green appear

Though small and slow, they will prevail

And blossom strong in victory

To show the world that said they’d fail

For what you sow is not made alive

Unless it falls to the ground and dies

Deep within hope must always survive

Until it has grown full wings and flies

Fragile with a chance of rainbows

Flat glass somehow bending light

Reflected like blue icy shadows

Create a rainbow just from white

Prism altering life’s sight

Tiny with a chance of greatness

Mere speck somehow growing broad

Blossomed like a trusted promise

Create a flower from sun and sod

Seed sown on the path we trod

Quiet with a chance of power

Small drops somehow making seas

Washed in like unfailing clockwork

Create the tide for centuries

Oceans bring life on their breeze