Frog

This tadpole lives,
On a jungle plant.
His horizons stretch,
From leaf to leaf.

    His plant is his world,
    This small green Tad.
    He knows only of,
    His Bromeliad.

        Then change occurs,
        As expectation.
        As he grows, he learns,
        By exploration.

            At the edge of his plant,
            He stands surprised.
            There are hundreds of worlds,
            Before his eyes.

                Horizons grow,
                Amongst the strands,
                Within the world tree,
                His world expands.

                    His world now branches,
                    By leaving his plant.
                    He’ll explore every world,
                    You see if he can’t.
                
                Soon he is joined,
                By the other sprogs.
                As their world expands,
                They stand agog.

            Suspended in space,
            Over nepenthes,
            They explore worlds,
            In the canopies.

        With one small hop,
        And a giant leap,
        He traverses space,
        To another world tree.

    From this point he can see,
    Many mountains of trees.
    All of them peaking,
    His curiosity.

As the sun sets,
Still his world grows.
He sees distant hills,
The horizon explodes.