Poem #94: Moving Up
#95 of Poetry
Poem I wrote about growth, in a more figurative sense. Actually wrote this one semi recently.
A plant's life starts as a seed
A hard, solid shell
of potential.
The first drink of water is the sweetest
Each drop causes the seed to swell
Slowly, a crack appears
The smallest of roots is born.
After many roots have made their way
Deep into the soil,
The green of stem finally appears.
Young in life, this stem is,
Yet nowhere to go
but up.
Slowly, the green pushes through the dirt
Growing and pushing on
Pounds of earth lay in its way.
Is this direction truly up?
How long will it take
for the stem to push its way up
to the surface?
Over time, it pushes on
Until finally,
Green meets fresh air
And the warmest of sunlight.
Digging its roots into the cold ground,
It faces the sunlight
And drinks in the warmth
to become what it is meant to be.
~bhscorch1313
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