Sprout

I was born in the break but I’ll die in the whole.
I have burnt down the tree & I’ve abjured my role.

I grew in the dark & the dank of stagnation.
I was too bright a bloom for lowly creation.

My roots tapped deeper; while my bud craned for its sun.
A peek past the gloom told me I was not just one.

Every cool shadow in sight was adorned by me.
We’d beat fallow beginnings to sway finally free.

When fall comes for us, we’ll seed & hope for the best…
That our issues fall further & won’t have to crest.