I'd like to meet:
Hope A seed floating in the wind with no direction Slowly fading away, it has no protection Lands on the bank but sees no reflection A choice must be made, life's intersectionGrow into a tree or fade into the past Soar like an eagle, this spring may be it's last A decision must be made before the dead of night Is it time to lie down and die, or is it time to fightIt made the right choice and decided to grow But wasn't its choice to make, of this it did not know Already determined the seed would never be a tree It dreams of a better life but hope is all it will ever be