How long is my life
for that I don’t know
It may be a year
before I will grow
The winter may prove to be harsh
Prove to bring much snow
but spring will surely come
But when will I grow?

The start of my life
Will I become a tree
Or possibly a flower
such quaint friends with a bee
Perhaps a mangrove
with such great views of the sea
Whatever the outcome
I hope I have some company

Some more of my kind
or some others for that
I would be quite happy
to be friends with a gnat
the stories we’d share
about this thing or that
The age we would gain
and grow comfortably fat

But these are just dreams
I just thought you should know
They are just hope
Just thoughts about life
Just hopes ’till I sew
pehaps a large field
But when will I grow?