Sprout
At the age of twelve, I was in fifth grade
My life wasn’t filled with a lot of shade.
Learned about the things I want and need
Just like when a plant has its seeds.
At the age of fourteen, I got dressed and found out the importance of school.
Saw that the classes I took were like tools.
The math and English were like shovels spreading the dirt over the core.
Two years further would bump up the score.
At the age sixteen, went through a broken heart and sadness took all.
Looking back at that moment I knew it was my fall.
Tears of water fell one by one as if the water was pouring onto the bud.
After a day or two the vine rose up just like my age without the disturbance of a stud.
Once I was nineteenth I grew up knowing what was wrong from what was right.
I looked outside and saw that the bud was tight.
Hours has passed and the sun’s rays spread out.
I looked at the external surface and the flower did sprout.