In an unwarranted world, nurtured by hope, grows a tiny sapling.

Amidst the chaos in the concrete outlook, the (now) tree appears to be a blessing.

My doubts bellows fear that the tree might appear as a recluse in its surroundings.

An object of scorn.

Perhaps in the beginning, but, not in the continuum.

Because, every being on this Earth sees in this tree, a Hope for survival.

Because, so far, we were all walking to the unknown.

As if pulled by a magnetic force of destiny.

So, the tree grows with zest, spreading its roots deeper into the earth.

Absorbing the nutrients from Mother Earth, bearing flowers and fruits.

Thereby giving Hope abundance to humans alike.

It does this, because it has to.

Without wanting anything from Humans, it continues to do so.

But, will the man forsee?

Yay or Nay?

Yay or Nay?