Just like many things
you start right from the ground
A flight taking off
to fly the world around
Or a flower digging in
to clutch the dirt below
The leaves unfolding
as it starts to grow
The ocean pushing sand
Recycling the gritty floor
Creating change
Adding the rush and the roar
A crawling little baby
Palms follow every tile
Slowly raises to stubby tender feet
and erupts in a zealous smile
Sky high buildings
Built from down low
Towering above the people
Who wait on streets below
The map of a faraway land
Buried by the mark of an X
With treasures to be found
Just like many things
You start right from the ground