It had quite an irregular appearance

Nothing was consistent about it

Not the smell

Not the colour

Not the taste either

With no other thought

I buried it

Deep underground with soil for comfort

I proceed to rain on it

A reminder that I left something there

One day I saw a little sprout

Trying so hard to escape it's cage

Very unsteady it grows

Till I can see its green home

Is this payment for my care?

The one for raining and sunning

Now so large it has be

I can only imagine the height

Now I place on my little seed

The one with no shape or taste