Hope upon hope

The sod is set securely

Where the weed must not grow,

Water drops on it carefully

So that a rose bush would there show.

Everything prepared, everything right

But upon a hilly terrain it resides

Where brambles once

Caged the soil

And wildflowers

Gathered unannounced

On that land

The hand

Wants blooming rich flowers to grow,

And the bulb is planted

And sweet words chanted

And upon that slope

There is hope

And it's the sun's choice

To grant the dream a voice,

And it's as would be done

Or would be undone

And there is aspiration

To act on volition

And the sod is set;

Do you want to bet

That rose blooms should have grown?