Seedling

It's beautiful to watch.
The embryonic leaves of thought,
Trying to cotton on.
To witness their first movements,
Baying beneath the sun.
Those, first sprouting greens of thought,
Clinging to what they've got,
From what,
Brought them forth and front.
To raise their gentle strength of tender brow,
Up above the parapet and on.
From the first free radical,
Anchored in the fertile earth of thought.
To them and their presence,
In this wildness seen,
I know, I'm still, green.
And so, for what will be,
I watch and nurture on ,
Perennial, annual, deciduous or evergreen,
I watch, to witness their true leaves of being.