Taller Than the Ferns

Like an acorn fallen below

A wooden fence,

I am still within my shell.

I am small and surrounded by

Everything tall—like the

Fiddlehead ferns that laugh

And curl, or the red clover

That brightens lush fields;

I am a seed, starting from

The bottom but I'll be complete

One day—much taller than the

Ferns and clover and even

The fence which will one day

Be waterlogged but I will

Sip from the storms and

I will be what others have said

I would never be.