A plant outstretches its frame,
in steady growth and tenor;
A new leaf still wrapped unto itself,
must unfold to meet the world.
A universe appears,
and another dissipates;
Yet a leaf is born,
between the stars and dirt -
from the dust and decay.
A sapling reaches for sun and rain,
as I search for pen and paper.
After all,
We all do what we can.
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 5:49 PM UTC
A plant outstretches its frame,
in steady growth and tenor;
A new leaf still wrapped unto itself,
must unfold to meet the world.
A universe appears,
and another dissipates;
Yet a leaf is born,
between the stars and dirt -
from the dust and decay.
A sapling reaches for sun and rain,
as I search for pen and paper.
After all,
We all do what we can.
