Origends

the warm moist soil
lures the little leaves

to emerge from the softened shell

blinding themselves
in the first light

as the roots grow deep

herbaceous stem evolves
to armored wood

and a multitude of arms

those arms take in the orphans
offering shelter to
slither, creep, and flutter

whose arms have we known

whose arms swayed and bayed us

and encased us
as we laid the play

with our elders
and the little leaves

in the warm, moist soil