Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Monolog

A seed, I sprouted from the ground,

Rooted firmly so I might grow.

Others like me were all around.

I grew strong in the sunlit glow.

In some seasons my leaves would quake

And rustle in the breezes that

Turning to winds made branches break,

Gusting through our habitat.

One day a mighty storm did tear

Through our grove uprooting me.

Many fallen ones did lie there,

From life to death naturally.

As a log I await my time

Once more into a life to climb.