Grown Again

The fallen seed was newly born

And sprouted through the soil toward the sun,

But soon it stretched too far, too fast,

Collapsing when expanding clouds had won

The sky.

Years passed until the present morn

When, once again, the life of days gone by

Returns to grow again and cast

Its gaze to capture sunshine’s warm supply

Of light.

But now, more sturdy branches run

And spread more slowly to a humble height.

Imperfect yet, the rising stem will try

To stand

Through any storm or chill of night.

This is the second poem in a series about beginnings. In this case, it describes starting something, failing, learning from that failure, and then beginning again.