They were perfect spades

And some the shade of fresh cut grass

Some were new grown and new

Flecked at times with their own uniqueness

Plump with proof of ever

Flowing life.

We held them out before us and saw them shine beneath our thumbs

The outstretching vines

The leaves of varying sizes

A dark rooted hear to life

Shadowing growth from earth to green

And the neo of new life

Knowing them perpetuates

And ever growing

All day in the stuffy air of the classroom

With its finely potted sole

Its spirit bursting from each

New growth

I learned the leaves

I found them a part of my world

Delicately bouncing from our scribbles

From branches to root

Our center peace to focus on.