An inspiration comes and goes
As in the dark a river flows
Beneath the surface pressure grows

I clueless by the geyser stand
Just staring with my stick in hand
At undisturbed and barren land

Eruption happens suddenly
The roaring deluge breaking free
And soaking both my staff and me

I plunge my rod into the ground
Absorbing from the pool around
That felt so deep I could have drowned

Into the mud thin roots are weaved
And now my sprig is sprouting leaves!
Surprising height its crown achieves

As high above the branches swayed
I've grown relaxed and unafraid
I'm simply sitting in the shade