# Poem #94: Moving Up

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Growth, Plant, Poem, Poetry, Potential, writing

#95 of Poetry

Poem I wrote about growth, in a more figurative sense. Actually wrote this one semi recently.

A plant's life starts as a seed  
A hard, solid shell  
of potential.  
  
The first drink of water is the sweetest  
Each drop causes the seed to swell  
Slowly, a crack appears  
The smallest of roots is born.  
  
After many roots have made their way  
Deep into the soil,  
The green of stem finally appears.  
  
Young in life, this stem is,  
Yet nowhere to go  
but up.  
  
Slowly, the green pushes through the dirt  
Growing and pushing on  
Pounds of earth lay in its way.  
  
Is this direction truly up?  
How long will it take  
for the stem to push its way up  
to the surface?  
  
Over time, it pushes on  
Until finally,  
Green meets fresh air  
And the warmest of sunlight.  
  
Digging its roots into the cold ground,  
It faces the sunlight  
And drinks in the warmth  
to become what it is meant to be.   
  
~bhscorch1313

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