The olive

When shadows blanket the lands
the clouds split
to reveal the sun
an olive tree becomes visible
the colour rips through the grey
gaining beggars' trust.

Then one day, an olive
comes loose of its tree
and falls

             falls
        
                 and lands.

A young boy comes by
looking for a taste of trust
he sees the maroon bean
he picks it up and eats it
and hope brushes on his tongue.

And for the first time in years
colour fills his face
and he smiles.