I want to grow up

Under the open sky

And feel the rain

On my shoulders

And the sun

On my face

 

I want to plant my feet

In the dirt

One with the earth

Again

Like it was in

Eden.

 

 

No greenhouse,

Hot house,

Forced growth

fruit

For me.

 

I grow with the seasons,

Accepting the time

It takes

Outside,

Experiencing

All the changing

Weather,

Making me

Strong,

Hardy, ready

To last

Generations.