Even Prompter

Saplings

Saplings

Come thou now, my little sprigs,
though thee no more than tiny twigs,
upward now thou must aspire
to mount up ever higher and higher.

The sun above will draw thee on,
his light thy leaves will shine upon,
and tall thy crown in upper air
to drink thou from its favours fair.

Ramrod straight, go seek blue sky
on high where mighty eagles fly,
lofty now thy ambition’s goal,
felled and made a telegraph pole.


Line count: 12
Rhymed couplets
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 6
Prompt: As per illustration.