Renew Forever

Sprouts may reach and sway,

Hoping for new sticks to climb

Or blades of grass to overshoot—

What kind of view will sprouts

Wish to see

When they are not so small—

Towering over mountainsides,

Watching the rivers flood—

Knowing that even

As tall as they are,

A strong gust on the wrong day

Could make their towers fall‚ but

At least they can sprout again

And renew forever.