Hope

A thick green foliage of jungle
waits in the dark,
a predator.

The twisted trunks of massive trees
wind around one another in the gloom,
as though each were trying to strangle the other.

A mass of endless green knots,
and tangled vines,
on what was once a thriving forest floor.

No flowers blooming.
No birds chirping.
No sound of forest creatures.

Just endless, empty, silence.

Yet beneath the mess of jungle
lies a seedling,
stretching towards a sky not yet seen.

A small nose pokes inquistively
from a hole in the undergrowth.

There is still hope.