Sapling...

I start my life as seed,
So innocent & unruffled,
Sprouting into a new world,
So unknown & full of trouble,
That’s my thought as a sapling,
Whose trunk is soft & leaves shining,
Taking in wisdom from air,
And knowledge from beneath,
I start weaving my way,
Through the cluttered world,
As I keep rising in the glory of sun,
The young plant of me,
Looks to proceed to bend before the tree,
He thinks himself as master of all,
Waiting for his great fall,
Oh the proud & tall me,
Falls on the feet of almighty thee,
The wisdom within becomes wise,
And the starts to attain new heights,
The pinching glow becomes my glory.