And sometimes in

Life someone sees

More promise in

Us than we

See in ourselves

This is called

Hope be the

Acorn toppled from

Limb left to

Bury sleep and

Sprout turning into

It’s own oak

Giving shade to

Others worry not

About yourself for

Others will make

You into what

Whatever you were

Meant to be

Sometimes to them

Other times to

The entire world