My dear little Sapling
What a world that you chose for your birth
You are fragile, but your future is strong

My hands wield your growth, shaping your forms and nurturing your blossoms

I know neither wrong or right
You simply are.
Judging from afar yet striking no judgement

An entity that exists to exist
Gathering knowledge and sending roots deep down

Grow my little Sapling and learn about this beautiful yet ugly world