When a scribble takes a shape, anything can happen.
Imagination is the game, just look at you and me!
We were scribbles long ago and now have eyes to see.
The trees were tiny tangles bundled inside little pods
'til one day they broke open and people called them gods.
That cloud was once a droplet barely anyone could see
and now it gives us rain to water all these godly trees.
We're made of little atoms, molecules, and cells
and when we grow (as trees or gods)
let's work to do it well.