Little Sprout 🌱

From earth it gentle sprung—
Barely parting mother earth,
You stretch up toward the sun.

So fresh and green, little sprout,
Someday you’ll grow and spread about,
Under the earth and o’er it too.
And then you’ll tower over me,
as I here tower over you.

I only hope that I nurture you now enough
That one day you’ll nurture me.
And then when I am old, and the sun stretches my skin,
I hope you’ll provide shade and protection.

October 07. An observation while at the strawberry farm.