The Seedling (Poem)

I walked on the trail and saw

Amongst the usual plants and trees

A small sapling that appeared different.

This thing is not like the other things,

Thought I. But then I said

Stop and look again and see.

I did. Here is what I found:

Like the other growing things,

The little seedling grew from the earth;

The branches reached to the sky;

The wood was brown and the leaves green;

The sun and rain and soil nourished it.

This thing is utterly like the other things.

So with all, if only we look closely

With openness.