Her broad leaves yawned wide,
fluttering gently in
the cool breeze from my window.

Younger leaves timidly unfurled
beneath the protections of the
dark elders.

A mass of greens bursting forth from the rich damp earth.

So like green flame did she waver,
but unlike fire she produced no lasting embers.

Stretching forward,
upward to where the sky kisses the rain,
which falls peacefully to the earth.

And waiting patiently for the sky to clear
she sighs into the wind.