An Indescribable Type of Gorgeous

Grow

On a rainy, gloomy, summer day

My heart could no longer stand the pain

And I trekked across the rugged plains

With nothing but my hopes remained

And a tiny seedling clutched to chest

Somehow it had survived its rest

And I dig a deep pitted hole

And wait for it to grow

Months and weeks and endless days

A naked patch of mud remained

My rusted bucket swings and sways

Praying love to bless my days