Withering Strands

Far from the Sun
And that frantic dash
Billions before it
To Earth, had crashed.

But in this expanse
Where huge trees unraveled
A new plant was struggling
Where light seldom traveled.

This small searching stem
Glimpsed dawn upon dawn
Dwarfed by gnarled limbs
From the day it was born.

Hope given over
To all that is brief
Amidst the detritus
Dead leaf upon leaf.

As its withering strands
Arched back towards earth
Above it, a movement
A death to bring birth.

Rays filtered, then poured
As a forefather fell
With the passing of giants
The stem could now tell.

That life would come quickly
And it did, as it gorged
Transformed by the day
As the fueling light forged.

Fixated above
The sky its sole purpose
Its oblivious growth
Led the insects to surface.

And small though they were
En masse, they had come
To gnaw at its base
As it reached for the Sun.