hope

i close the door with the seed of a tree over the empty deep where tiny human hope is free. now a door of wood tree will guard and keep. i stand and put my arms into the tree and stretch out its branches and push out the leaf and invite the sparrow to be with me. from behind the door of the wood tree that keeps i call the sparrow to rest and touch the leaf. the heaviest weight is the empty tree. and more so the broken branch of where sparrows used to be. and shadows friend the longing of the lonely. long and thought a tree planted over the door of the deep keeps the birds out. the song of a sparrow falls gently. tiny human hopes inside the door remain. gentle sparrows never stay while tiny human hopes fade away. behind the door in the empty deep a tiny human hope waits for a singing sparrow tree.