New Hope

I was a little plant without soil;
A seed without any fertilizer.
I knew I was without the toil
Of my gardener’s water.

Because of the heat of the sun,
I thought I was gon’na die soon.
But, no, I had never given up;
I won’t lose myself growing up.

I had waited for the gardener to come
‘Cause I guess he’d fetched me some
Water for my beautiful little fruit
Which I bore from my own good.

At last, the gardener had arrived,
Carrying the pot that he’d saved.
He said, “Little plant, you are precise!
You are worthy to be put in my paradise.”

Right now, I have this “rest”
Which patience grows and stays.
I will always remain in my rest
For it is where my new hope stays.

-Fiber Melody (July 28, 2011)