Stalagmite

Never have I felt the sun shine Or heard blowing wind speak Within this cavern I align Frozen in stalactite confine I dream drips of dew drops unique Formed by the sun I seek One of the countless stalagmite Protect the cavern floor Facing our northern brothers height Waiting here unmoving, my plight Made of their drops, solid to core Yet I want to be more Not to be still rock formation Dependent of their scrap To grow on in bright elation Not in this darkest damnation Not to feel like nature's mishap To feel caught in a trap I could be flora lush and green Pure dew on fragile leaves Only my wildest roots unseen Branches with elements convene Reaching for solar rays achieves Reprieves by shadow thieves I’ll wait for giving’s from above Fall to our rounded tops Our centuries of growth thereof To petrify, not push or shove Wishing this muddy water swaps With fresh gleaming dew drops