photo from The Heart of Vancouver Island
Everything on earth is reaching up:
small seedlings poke their way up towards the sun,
become tall trees whose branches kiss the sky,
fiddlehead ferns unfurl their tendrils one by one -
everything that grows is aiming high.
Babies crawl, then stand, then grow to six feet tall,
just so, our hopes ascend more than they fall.
Our eyes look upwards fifty times a day,
watching the light, the puffy clouds at play.
Water rises to heaven and falls as rain,
the cycle repeating, time and time again.
From birth to death, we're striving to grow wise,
and at the very end - our spirits rise.
for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. Day 24