The Life And Times Of A Plant Poem by Krantol Northic

And it sat there, deadly still
Stuck in the darkness, against its will
It tried to stretch its arms and feet
But this thick darkness, it could not beat
Limited its movement, again and again
Nothing could be done, although it did strain

So it lay there, deep inside
Eating the food, letting time bide
Until, alas, the food, no more
Sucked down deep into his core
But great strength was his reward
And so was the freedom he so greatly sought

He pushed his arms, higher and higher
As was his deepest, greatest desire
His feet lengthened, as did his arms
Which was a great cause for alarm
Until its arms lengthened beyond the dark
He felt the light, which was his mark

The light, it shone, upon his hands
Raw, unbridled, coarse like sand
It filled him up, heart and soul
It made him strong and brave and bold
He knew that now, it would be alright
Now that he had the wonderous light

The years went by, he grew and grew
And so did the emotions that inside him brew
He felt strong and he felt proud
He felt his beauty should be shouted loud
His mind did craft, his mind did think
And many different thoughts did link

The thoughts were done, the actions started
His hands, they built, they flew, they darted
Until, at last, the job was done
He had to admit he had some fun
His job was finished, he had to smile
He admired and loved it, all the while

And it was done at last
From the humble seed, to a beautiful flower