The Grain Of Life

The grain of our lives,
our life on this planet,
is as unique a thing,
as the bark on a tree.
It ignores the ageless compass,
not pointing north or south,
and even in its heart of hearts,
it has neither east or west.
It does not always move up,
or is that moving down?
It is not trapped by gravity
but is constantly in motion.
It seems to have a plan
for every stage of its life,
but they fool our simple eyes,
we don't see the daily growth.
These trees we take for granted,
how suddenly they remind us,
we hardly realise at all,
of the growing they achieve.
Metamorphosis is the game
in a league all of its own,
we simply need to better ourselves
and grow, like the trees, from our hearts.

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