Growth, a word so revered, that mankind has been chasing,
Not always about the development and our constant pacing,
For it may also come in stepping back and letting go,
Like in nature, where lessons thrive in quiet, gentle flow.

Like the blossom that blooms so brightly for a time,
Only to fall, and become part of the earth's sublime.
Growth can too come in knowing when to let go,
And to become once more, like a child, and relearn what we know.

Like a caterpillar in it's cocoon all wrapped in tight,
Must break free to become a butterfly in flight,
Choosing to see the world with wonder and delight,
Growth blossoms anew, and creates a ceaseless expansion of...