Metamorphosis

just another poem from me

A little Sapling
birthed by gods light
so innocent, so free
so exempt from wrong and right.

Poking out from below the ground
looking upon its world
so curious, so interested
posing questions without words.

But soon the roots grew firm
the buds begin to sprout
the little sapling soon grows up
and sees a world of doubt.

A world of shadows
a world of weeds
a world of fallen petals
a world of lost seeds.

Through all the days of drought and pain
through nights of wind and hail
that sapling took on all the pain
on all that made it frail.

And in the end it grew up strong
beyond the weeds it towered
a rarity within the garden
a lovely golden sunflower.

Reviews

[Clinton A Jones]

The poem captures the delicacy of the subject and ties it to the theme. It is an artistic structure showing promise. I have a couple of technical suggestions. There is a problem with the tense in the third stanza where it could match the strong, active present tense of the first couple of stanzas. The roots should grow (active). Also, the first line calls the plant a sapling, which gave me the image of a tree, but it is actually a sprout for a sunflower. I think if you change Sapling to something like "sprout" it would be more cohesive. The Sunflower is a beautiful surprise!