Ode On A Pirouetting Sapling

Moving swiftly, but all at once still

A child of Mother Nature, frozen in time

Reveling in the sunlight upon a sloping hill.

She ignores the pain, inflicted by them.

She’s rooted to her happiness; grounded, humble.

As her twisting hands disregard the world’s pessimism.

Although, sometimes her efforts seem futile.

The darkness wants to draw her in; determined.

But she sits, rooted like a living sundial.

Reaching into the unknown, she yearns.

For years upon years, for greatness she will strive

Looking upon her, we’re curious, as if she was a Grecian urn.

She cannot go on forever; her fragile youth tells her so.

But in this cruel world, she knows it’s true

Lo and behold, they’ve come for her, and she sees them down below.

“Please, oh please!” call her silent cries.

“I’m tired of being stuck… set me free!”

In the background, machinery sighs.