Hope is like fruit

Hope is like fruit, ready to be plucked.

At times it is easy; ripe and within reach.
Glowing in the light
it almost begs for the taking.

Take.

On rare occasion hope lays at your feet.
Its only requirement?  A glance.
 "Notice me."
"Recover me."
"I am yours."

Just... take.

But more often than not,
hope involves some searching.
Some bending.  Some twisting.
A struggle with branches, a deep focus of the eye, a final stretch that challenges your limits...  grasp.  

Find hope.
And for goodness sake, when you do...
 Take.