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As nations rise and fall so do the fates,
the hopes, and fears
of humans all.
We labor imperfectly but always
in hope.

Each family will rally round the next
generation
to further goals.
Each sacrifice to continuity,
in hope.

Each person, sensing distant ends, plans her
few transient days
to build new life.
Her beating heart will meet the call to thrive,
in hope.

A tuft of green which pokes through concrete crack
desires no less,
a chance to grow,
a chance to spread its roots and seed the earth,
in hope.