Life Of A Sapling

I opened my eyes

To a divine yellow light

Descending from blue paradise

Up above...

I squint

Only to witness

A fireball,

Lengths of whose flames

Stretches from one infinity

To another.

"That's the Sun, 

Your God"...

My dark mother, 

Massaging my tender legs

Asserts, holding me from beneath.

"Always look up to him, he'll help you grow"

She adds.

Puzzled, feeling hotter by the second

I wonder

How someone so hard on my skin could

Help me grow

It's past 2,

And I've begun to burn.

Trying to break free

From her tenacious grip

"Oh God! Mercy me" I howl

I cry...

Just then a brush of cool breeze

Kisses my forehead

Sways me, in her arms

Back and forth...

Until I stand tall on my feet 

Mother knows all the tricks 

And why not

I am not her first kid!

It's dark now.

I look above,

Sun must've blanketed himself to sleep

I retort

Just then, 

Water trumples down

Beating sky blue to black

With hunters of sparks 

And roaring thunder.

Wetted, I look around

Afraid to lose my ground

"Oh God! Mercy me"- I howl

Mother tightens her grip

And roots on to me,

"That's Rain,

Look up to her, she'll help you grow"

I reply-

"You're my mother,

I will be turned to dust if you let me go"