Nothing got them here but their conviction
that there must be more. Otherwise,
they reasoned, why this incessant pull?
So they let things go as things would go,
not struggling against the heavy dark
or the rigid cold, but following the pull,
pushing through whatever opening appeared
that let them stretch in its direction, never
knowing the pull had its reasons, that
deep within them precious treasure hid.
They knew nothing but the irresistible pull,
and how powerfully it drew them onward.
No wonder, having burst through the soil
into a world of color and sky and song,
they applaud, their tips vibrating with joy.