Trust Poem by Elannia Lake

Trust is transparent
A faint sound
The chiming of tiny bells
But grows loud
At first it is tasteless
Odorless
Because we've grown so accustomed
To extreme tastes and smells
But eventually
You can taste it
Smell it
So fragrant and sweet
But trust doesn't just sprout up
Randomly
Quite the opposite actually
It grows where it’s planted
Must be cultivated and cared for
Because if not
It can vanish in an instant
And takes time to grow back again