Plantae I

*Image of Landscapes by Giphy. Plantae I I lie in my earthly womb Unflowered cribbed in my ultimate bed Bared to the encountering elements Trifles steep their enriched parts Distinct rain their confidences Exert savored energies A nourishing obligates 'Neath the weight of my girth I sprout Embedded toes stabilizing Feverishly spreading, a flourishing site, Unfathomable stretches, probing in growth, Neath the weight of me to the sight of my being, Whence the sense of my essence takes a peak, E'er so slightly, I oft rise and slowly unsheath, My shallow blade, by and by, will mightily survive the descent of me, As I surrendered poking further, Abandoned to the cares of this earth, I yield myself purposefully pulling incessantly, Lowly, a humble worth, A petite verdant clothed insignificant am I, Yet I spring forth the breadth of life, a stillness via inches, reveals, Offerings bestowed freely, subtle trades, being accordingly, An opportune enrichment as a component of this world, The ingenious extent throughout my presence, Expose a unique character in the design of me, Sharing my children via the virtuous elements upon their calls of me, Whereby, validating my species assuredness, Forever in a day undressing my colors fully for passing eyes to favor, The colorfulness, an artistic compromise as personas are expressed, Unprotected as a seasonal passage occupies the conquest of time, We bare ourselves in subjugated humility, Of a short-lived consequence, Our age foretold, ringed in our statuesque frame, ingrained within, Announces a withering, one of many, Spacial spatterings of a species, a forest, in global respect, Nevertheless, a cessation that was long-addressed, Paves anew, as chartreuse blades, diminutive in stature, Outcrops a foundation previously possessed, Its former tenant, tis save a legacy, Notwithstanding, on the greatest of scales, A similar fate awaits this world, For now, be it a novel. 2020 February 24