Sprout

Sprout rises from the dust and bodies of brethren

Lime leaves s p r e a d their wings not yet held down

by gravity and grabbing from the 

blind,

the blind that seldom see 

the beauty 

and confine sprout to plastic prisons.

Stale Stagnant Sprout Stay Still

loss of the beauty and the t-o-u-c-h

from Mother Nature,

instead trapped for good

reminiscing of the day 

when the taker only took what needed to be taken and left the breath and blood in all.

All served purpose, sprout s~p~r~e~a~d~s

his arms give what there is of his little life left to the mother for future generations of 

Sprout,

And Falls

To

Ground.