The Catalyst and the Chrysalis

She was waiting for him,

To say a word.

All she said,

Had gone unheard.

A sapling transplanted,

In new environs,

Hoped for an anchor,

To just hold on.

The hostile soil,

Did not oblige.

Harsh winds sucked,

At the succulence inside.

But the seed below,
Was rearing with life.
Tender roots clung
To deep earth inside.

Thus began a saga,
Of  patient evolution,
She was her own support,
Her own destination.