{"sf1_id":947960,"sf2_id":"Oe5Vy9lm","title":"Poem #94: Moving Up","author":"bhscorch1313","words":164,"posted_at":"2015-12-24T23:09:00.000Z","tags":["Growth","Plant","Poem","Poetry","Potential","writing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/947960-poem-94-moving-up","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5Vy9lm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1d/3e/1d3ed882-de90-44d8-af26-2223df3a69a2","description":"#95 of Poetry\n\nPoem I wrote about growth, in a more figurative sense. Actually wrote this one semi recently.","content":"A plant's life starts as a seed  \nA hard, solid shell  \nof potential.  \n  \nThe first drink of water is the sweetest  \nEach drop causes the seed to swell  \nSlowly, a crack appears  \nThe smallest of roots is born.  \n  \nAfter many roots have made their way  \nDeep into the soil,  \nThe green of stem finally appears.  \n  \nYoung in life, this stem is,  \nYet nowhere to go  \nbut up.  \n  \nSlowly, the green pushes through the dirt  \nGrowing and pushing on  \nPounds of earth lay in its way.  \n  \nIs this direction truly up?  \nHow long will it take  \nfor the stem to push its way up  \nto the surface?  \n  \nOver time, it pushes on  \nUntil finally,  \nGreen meets fresh air  \nAnd the warmest of sunlight.  \n  \nDigging its roots into the cold ground,  \nIt faces the sunlight  \nAnd drinks in the warmth  \nto become what it is meant to be.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n~bhscorch1313\n\n\u0026nbsp;[![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png)  \n](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)\"Moving Up\" by bhscorch1313 is licensed under a\n\n[Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/947437-poem-93-direction.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/949087-poem-95-that-one-time-my-eyes-saw-everything.json"}}