Growth

Growth, a bulb bright, starting to flower, beginning its tale

just a bud a little nub for a tail

it spouts out, taller every second, every minute, every hour

it dreams of one day becoming a grand tower

As the days pass

its now higher than grass

in bloom, it is nature in tune

so beautiful and free, it climbs, aided by the suns bounty

could it one day become a tree?

As it grows and grows, taller and taller

it branches, new limbs grow out, new additions to its story

people will bask in its glory

It bears fruit, a seed to spread

to lay into the ground to make its bed

the deed is done, in time a new growth

a new born of the earth

a baby, alone, the ground gives birth

Growth a flower, or a tree, a human, you and me

basically the same story

but that flower will grow, wont hate its neighbour

for having bark a shade darker or paler 

Wont hate when a seed is laid

in its neighbourhood from some far off forest glade

will just grow happy, under the sun, the stars, the moon

the sky that provides, the heights that it hopes to reach so soon

Until we cut it down, to make way for some big department store

or a car park, to fuel our greed for more

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle