The tell you not to pin your hopes up
On any one thing
That there is no way someone will answer
Your every call
That at some point
The berries will spoil
That the world will let you down and remind you
It is made up of diverging paths
And then all of a sudden
You see the roots take hold
You see the little sprouts emerge
As you bathe them and stroke them and coo them
The stem and the branches grow strong
The leaves unfold to you
Until finally
You can smell the flowers
So that what they say is forgotten
For you are blooming
With her, your Earth