A Seed Was Planted in the Earliest Month

A seed was planted in the earliest month,
scrambled in murky mud for another half-dozen
that stirred the dormant vitality
to excruciatingly break open and reach up.

In which the growing plant pleaded,
"Uproot me, lest my spirit keel over
in the mud that nudged me to wake
yet without nutrients to remain."

Amiable in shock of new soil dug deep
by roots soon entrenched in land
born of dreams and prophecy
hidden below the mulch of the ordinary.

Alas! The plant's leaves turned faint to pale,
even as the plant's effort and will
for it to happen the other way; left with only
surrender: a barter for change.

As this wrote, so does the marvel
of budding leaves that catches dew drops
and of branches that fork hither and tither
in anticipation of the destiny of heights.