Another Way of Reaching Completion

Anywhere you care to gaze,
Green shoots strive to overcome
The obstacle of gravity.

One leaf, one tree,
One single seed—
They share a common ancestry.

To be a tree would mean
Suspension of activities
Peripheral to growth.

It would imply the patience
To accumulate all nourishment
Directly from the soil.

Time would not lie heavily,
Measured by the slow advance
Of branches to the sky.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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