Hope

Pain. 
I watch as the clouds form a barrier between the sky and the ground.
Trees despairing as the builders chop down each tree, one by one. 
“Help!” the trees scream, the populated city dims the light over the trees, until there is nothing left. 
Just when all seems lost…
The seedling begins to sprout, growing and growing, slowly becoming one of its own. 
Vigorous, resilient, hope. 
Seeds fall to the ground, accompanying the lone tree.
Slowly… becoming a town of its own.
overpowering the main city.
Hope.