Small Beginnings
The future promise from a little green sprout.
I see you there
Just a tiny dot
A minuscule image
You’re barely a jot
Growing and changing
Only a speck of green
Your roots are strong
Though too small to be seen
I can sense you are
Peeking back at me
I’ll care for you
So tenderly
You’ll provide oxygen
I’ll feed and nourish
Breath in your benefits
And watch as you flourish
I’ll give H2O
And keep you hydrated
Fertilize with plant food
Water till you’re sated
For now you remain
One small green leaf
Holding such promise
It’s beyond belief
Soon you’ll bust at the seams
My little green sprout
Climbing and crawling
All about
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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