The Growth, the Fall, the Rebirth

The essence of life. The affect optimism had on one youth.

The seed planted, she grows in ignorance of the elements that await her, but she sprouts, showing off her budding leaves, reaching high towards the sunlight, which in return showers her in warmth and security. Then the sprout must experience her first rainstorm, being pelted close to death by others' hate and prejudices, she had never felt so much pain, but then the sun emerged and gave the sprout hope and praise. She grew confident and foolish only to be crushed once more as the rain continues to come abusing the niave plant. Even in her darkest days, when she can do nothing but beg for death, the end of her short but hard life, once again, like an inevitable gift and curse, the infectious sun returns and its heat nurtures the sprout back to health. Unaware of her eventual growth the sprout pushes through each passing storm in a haze of hopelessness. But she grows strong, from sprout to sturdy sapling. The next storm she was able to withstand its forces, realizing the pattern of life; the growth, the fall and the rebirth. She knew now she was strong, she knew now she is learning, she knew there is more ahead.

Author's Note

Not really a poem, kinda. At least not a traditional poem.