Plantae

As I sit in my earthly womb reposed Unflowered in a crib that will be my future bed Whilst being exposed to elements retorts That oft rain their convictions And expound relentless energy In that time, I sprout unnoticeably so I tend to bury my toes Stretching downward, as I probe 'Neath the weight of my girth, of above Where the rest of me takes a peak E'er so oft, I would slowly unsheath My thin blade, by and by, will soon be mightily As I am resigned to poke further And the earth, then pulls away Where I start lowly, for at present, that is my worth A small verdant thing, that I seem to be Yet I bring forth the breath of life, that is my being Of that, I offer freely, more like a trade, for it to be In exchange to being part of this world I will extend throughout my presence And share pieces of me At first close to my being For the rest of me will be carried by the wind Thereby, validating my ever as being Most times, I will be my true verdant color Then times, I will be the most colorful me In contrast to my stated purpose Though I sometime get very cold For the life of me, I would slowly undress Time passes, not a sight to behold, now naked I be Until I return to the color of my design Then age will creep up, its telling tale ingrained in me For in a form that will wither me away Nevertheless, others will follow The same path, as I came to be And we will all grow For the world Needs us so~ As that is the Nature of how 'Tis to ~be.