rising up from the dust
a single shoot,
green with new life,
jumps from the ground
and bounds with the sun

it grows,
quickly first,
changes noticeable daily,
but then slower
as years wear on
and the thick bark develops
on this youthful sprout

after time seeming infinitesimal,
a monkey scurries up it’s side
and as he peaks his head out
of the top of the leaves
he caws that he had conquored
the greatest of all things

so it was then that the tree of life blushed
never knowing the greatness it apparently was