A tiny plant, so new, so young

Up from an inert seed has sprung

It bravely breaks through crusty earth

Its place in life won’t change its worth

In garden or dump its voice is heard

“With two perfect leaves, I’ll change the world”

A careless shoe, so old, so worn

Treads in oblivion or scorn

One step it takes to crush the sprout

That so much time took to bring out

To phony safety that plant was lured

To naively try to change the world

A broken plant, so strong, so wise

From trampled soil yet will rise

It stands up brave with hope anew

Faith still in what one plant can do

With resolve that cannot be deferred

In one small way it has changed the world