A Maple In The Jungle

When the sun made it first peak then, I wake from sleep, as my day goes by, I hear the wind fly and I sigh. I look around and all I see is dirt, and water. I ask myself in a little time what will I be?

Then I remember that time is like waterfall it’s been flowing since time had begun.  A cloud covers the sky. Pitter-patter goes the raindrop, and I’m still a little seed, and in a week who knows what I’ll be.

I’m digging through the dirt trying to find my way out, I’ve grown a little head, I’m still in a seed waiting patiently till it’s the right time for me. I reach the surface;

I never knew there were so many beautiful things living right above me. There’s a bird that’s sing, a cricket that chirps, and a grasshopper that leaps, but then I see something weird and different from the others and me.

It’s a weird creature who has feet, I wonder what they do to help nature. Soon I see one right above me not looking at me but one that is right near me. My, my, what beautiful creatures I’ve seen, some big, some small, they all are different but are here for the same job.

It's been 2 weeks I’ve grown from a sprout to a sapling. A sapling’s a little big but not big enough. Don’t worry I won’t give up until I’m fully grown up. It’s been a month already, and I’m still growing.

How can this be? When will I be a fully grown tree? In a week, a month, or two? I don’t know, only time knows. Until then I’ll leave my story for time to tell.