chance

There is no shame in betting on love.

Returning to it as time returns its gaze to that which is precious to us.

It is simple and pure to water a plant daily,

Seeing change not in any passing moment,

But noticing its presence at subtle times of day,

After much time spent away,

Trusting in its ability to grow.

To weather’s call, we trees will recall

Shedding our tears of orange and yellow

Searching for spring and its new leaf and meadow

Hope sprinkles rain and trust whispers in the breeze

“Every flower deserves a chance to face the sun and breathe”