A Helping Hand

Street waif, a lone sapling
twisted by prevailing winds,
roots stifled by concrete,
feels friendly hand on his shoulder.
Compassion of passer-by
straightens his trunk just a bit.
Untangles his roots
from some of the weeds.
Sensing cleaner air, he aims higher,
reaching for the sky, his soul grows
stronger, straighter.

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