Sapling

I am but a tiny sapling Growing on the side of the mountain Freshly breaking new ground, hopeful for the warm embrace of the eastern sun At first I was a seedling that rode from the western winds of a hurricane My face dripped from Sea Breeze, like tears of joy I got swept away, I flew Higher than Hot Air Balloons That are gigantic floating Chinese lanterns whose mouths are fuelled by a tongues ablaze Incinerating I Ride on the backs of Geese Their steel like apparatus wings catches the prevailing winds I nestle myself amongst the bed of sweet grasses I lay awake at night listening to the howling wolves Who cry for their unrequited lovers, they are four legged Shakespearean Artists. I feel the cool trickle of the neighbor Glacier Lake that nourishes me, what the perfect welcoming committee I am but a tiny sapling Growing on the side of a mountain Watch in awe as I grow magnificiently