Hope Grows.

You can grow hope from anything; if you let yourself believe that hope has potential to grow.

I see how it has grown when I look in the eyes of a little boy; the hope that he'd know the feeling of grass beneath his feet and the wind in his face as he runs with his brother outside.

I see how it has grown in the changing feathers of a chick; the hope of what's to come; and the lessons one learns along the way in what it takes to understand how life works, but yet, to protect it at the same time.

I see how it has grown in the planting of a seed; the hope that the soil, the sun, the wind, and the rain will provide in a way that allows for a garden to bloom, in time, and flourish with all it's might.

I believe that hope is never lost; it's always there; in some form or another: in a smile and a laugh; or in a hug and heartfelt words.

It's that tiny spark you see right before a fire lights up, glowing, strong and fierce; brilliant and bright.

That, to me, is hope.