To See Growing Life

metaphorical poem about observing the growth of youth

With my ear to the ground I hear the light

beating through the green of twigs

pushing forward and up to my eyes, feeling of velvet
moving like marching feet to the year

and the time passed as young

I hear the light in a weed smile

I hear the sun as breaking dew

Dew to the fall 

when the brown and grey appear

and as I fall grey to the ground

I hear more light in tomorrows green