Flesh from Flesh

The eye excites to see, where no feet tread,
the spry veins from trees’ crown-thrown seeds thread
upwards near the parent bole, from a bed
that was ancestral leaves and scales and cones;

how the pliant sprout dons, like a badge,
just a few of what the parent in abundance has:
set of ten meagre needles light locked on top
for its life-sustenance-star, a cap,

the same the sentinel sheds without a thought.