NaPoWriMo Day 20 – Twig of Hope

One, two, three and hop,
 Four, five, six and stop;
 And down, down, down
 Look! What i pick-up!

With a green, tiny spur,
 That maybe it can purr;
 Seven, eight, nine and hop
 I bring it as I roar!

"What does it called?"
 Curious, my voice whispered.
 "Twig as we call it, and grows
 Along with hope." mom replied.