Everything Grows

Everything grows

People, ideas, sin.
Plants and worries and wonder.

How long did they push
Down before up?
And hidden before known?

Spreading quiet below
Unseen by you and me.

But everything comes to light
Someday.
Shoots or scandal or character

Come from
The roots, foundation, the ballast.

They take time and quiet,
Care and food.
Or they don’t and they die.

Everything grows.
What about you?