Little Futures

By Magda X

Little Futures

It’s little and it’s lost,

our future

buried like a seed

slow in sweet earth

next to hopeful brothers and sisters

in sprinkled rows.

It will stretch now,

our future

with shallow roots down through rot

searching out

leaching old truths

for building new.

It’s found sunlight, our future

peeks green growth

from a low grave

and standing taller

to bask or burn in heavy rays.

It will change now

our future

with every set-back

unfurling leaves pruning the rest

to take a leap

and slowly

we become new seeds.

By Magda X