Sacrifice.

Will a fruit,

Willingly share,

Its flesh with animals,

To nourish them?

But even when,

I cannot see,

The outcome,

Help me know,

That in the end,

The seeds they carry,

Will grow elsewhere.

The biggest rot,

Is I have not,

Done all I could;

I hope it's not too late.

But even as I carry on,

I know I may grow weary,

Unless You lead, and give me strength,

All I have is worry.