Growing

Uprooted from a humble, shallow home

transplanted in resplendent greens

the earth is still made up of dirt

underneath the scenes,

underneath the greens

though it won’t at first be seen,

the seed holds all the promise

of every single thing,

of all a plant could ever be,

and the air and sunshine and flowers

a plant might never see,

but you’ve been growing upwards

and branching out as well,

tending to your garden

a product least upscale,

that you find your solace

in watering what is silent,

and waiting for tomorrow

to apply your fertilizing talent-

shows the humility in your hands,

the patience in your greenest thumbs,

and the blossoming radiance

that breaks through what is numb,

and sprouts out of a bud long dormant

in kaleidoscopic ways,

but only for the ones who’ll wait

through all the rainy days