Growing

Dark earth,

A seed poked deep.

Tucked underneath,

quietly asleep.

A warm body,

nurturing a seed.

Growing and changing,

hungry with need

the first taste of water,

the shell cracks

creeping tendrils

seeking water it lacks

recognizable shape,

teasing out 

fed with love,

though far from stout.

A peek of green,

unfurling leaves.

a taste of sun

a thirst relieved.

Pulled into light,

deep inhale,

alive and safe,

although frail.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Charley]

Yay! You showed me this yesterday. Eez very good!!!!!!!!!

[Letemdangle]

Hey! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Very good