A Green Tale
I'm a divine creation! I haven't even opened my eyes and I can feel all fluidy around. I'm a little tightly packed being, all greens around. Yes I'm a little bud, the source for immortalizing my being. My numerous fragile arms are all set to stretch and engulf the spring. You're the source to my concealed existence. At this stage, you bestow nourishment. Slowly they open providing me a void to peep, and I sneakily look out. The suns beam so invigorating, I can't wait to see the world when I sprout. Hey presto! My leaflets are out. Advertently, my haven pushed me out. A revel flows through my nerves, as I enter the world I deserve. The surreal vista, once a fear, is my new place now. The shoots glisten as the ethereal sunshine vowed. Like roots, you hold me tightly gripped, constantly nurturing. So, I don't lose my way while I learn the art of giving. When I'm all grown up to be myself, by supporting my brawn trunks, is how you help.