New
Leaves
At
A
Few
Branch
Ends
Of
The
Tree
Of
Paradise
I see
Across
From
Me.
Lofty
Only
In
Name
And
Of
Little
Fame,
Its
A
Stubborn
Desert
Weed.
If
Allowed
Space
To
Drop
A
Seed
It
Will
Grow
Anyplace,
And
Left
Alone,
Will
Emerge
From
Stone.
In
Faith,
It
Reaches
For
The
Name
It
Bears,
Unaware
There’s
Nothing
Above
But
Empty
Air.
Still,
Faith
Is
Strong,
Though
Nature
Can
Be
Wrong.