A Seedling

This held, two fingered, weeness;
This infant plant, raised, with all
Its roots, soiled, dangling.
Sudden fright! A quiver-chill.
Lovely, precious, vulnerable -
The green Earth; marvelled in!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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