I Am A Sapling

… young and tender, I am. Budding and growing, I can see my fruits, plenty of them, they are young and tender just like me, fragile but hopeful, they are lush but not ready to be plucked, one day I will be ready, my fruits will be fully matured and ready to be plucked, but today is not the day, no not today! Not now, we are not ready, we know our time, but it’s not today. We want to be seen and admired yet not touched, not plucked, we are not ready to be touched. But lookers are touchers and touchers are pluckers!

Maybe we are not ready to be seen, maybe we must not advertise, maybe we must not shout out just yet, maybe our time has not come yet, maybe all we need at this stage is tillers, those that will help us grow, tillers are not many, they are few and far between. Tillers are the only ones that must see us now.

I must grow, I must mature, I am not for the crowd yet, I am not for the masses, I am not for the multitudes yet, I must grow, I must mature, I am a sapling!

Masses pluck, trample upon, tread on, squeeze out, squeeze dry, drain out, suck out, masses chew, masses eat, masses consume, yes they consume!

I am a sapling, young and tender, still growing, not ready to be consumed.

We are all to be consumed, but at the right time, that we might give the richness of our being, the maturity of ourselves, that we might nourish and nurture our consumer and not poison them.

I cry out to my tillers, please help me to grow that I might nourish.

I am a sapling!