There is a constant emergence of life

Waiting, watching, anticipating

Emerging is the song of life

Mingling in elements it begins to grow

As it stretches it begins from nothing to become something

Opening its parts to the elements as it begs for the touch of warmth

Slowly, oh so excruciatingly slowly, it unfolds

Soft freshness emerges to be exposed

As innocence is exposed it starts to form a crust, a hardening of the exterior

As the exposed area unfolds it pulls with it new growth

The tougher more exposed parts become hardened and cradle the new

Roots form from beneath becoming the support and nurturing foundation

As it grows and reaches for the light and warmth, in all its glory,

Something beyond it happens

Emerging is the sweet smells of abundance of life

There are fragrant flowers

Oh so beautiful and fragrant

So hard for any living creature to resist

Oh what a happy place to be beneath its shade

A wondrous place to put one’s house upon its branches for shelter and convenience

Wee ants crawl to find nutrients, a squirrel finds lush green leaves to forage

A happy fox finds a welcome shade in the impending blaze of a full summer sun

A child places a paper against the tough exterior to make a crayon rubbing

Emerging life touching life

Ah, soon the cool winds and languishing light of day

 The exterior starts to change in color and texture

Soon the outer display of color sheds to the ground

In all its bare glory is the tough exterior

Emerging to behold

A year of growth and maturity

The roots go deeper to find sanctuary in the moist earth

Ah so much accomplished in a year for something that started so small