A mere seed of life
Grown into a plant of mastery
Sooner will be a tree of perspicuity
But
Is it ready?
As it walks down the aisle of existence
The inevitable end is nearing
Has it done enough? No
The quest has just begun
A tree takes further
Enduring vigorous winds,
Destructive hurricane
While gathering leaves
However
It shortly stopped sprouting
And fall into a stagnant
Prosaic cycle of life
Enclosed with endless fear
Of unforeseen destiny
Afraid to move forward
Deferring prospects
But
Why wait what?
As if not getting older
The last leaves will soon fall
Take the next step, it shall
For the essence of living
Is not merely existing
Relish the splendor of life
Till mundane realm
Summon spring.


© Rylereve