A little sprout
Will it grow?
Will it be treaded down
Will it end up in decay?
A little sprout
How will it end up?
So vulnerable and new
Will the wind blow it away?
Or will it last?
The ground it grows on is diverse
The rooting was cut
The wind blows
Hungry snails
Memories of its past
they will last
But the future is unshure
A little sprout
it’s alive by now
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