Watch what you give me
Don’t give me a scrape of cloth
because I’ll make a dress.
Don’t give me a stick
because I’ll make a bonfire.
Don’t give me a straw
because I’ll make it into gold.
To you they might seem nothing
but when you give them to me they become hope.
I only need a glimmer of hope to make a fire.
So watch what you give me
because I make dust into mountains.
By: Theresa Lazt