The newspaper thuds upon the grass
A boy runs across the green
Sprinklers soak each blade
They are plainly unaware
What lies a few inches under
Alone in the dark, engulfed in dirt
Until a drop of water trickles through
Bathing in what will be
Sprouts emerge deep within the soil
They are tiny arms, searching for life
They break through the seams
Traveling above is a long journey
But it pushes onward
It emerges, no longer a seed
But a bouncy leaf of green
Drinking through its arms
Basking in the sun
This is the beauty
Of a life that has begun
Poem by Laurel Dietrich
Laurel Dietrich is a junior at Nevada State College where she studies Creative Writing.