From dirt, the newly sprouted plant
is but two tender leaves, drooping.
Its silken shaft in subtle slant,
in shadow of gardener, stooping.
Becomes the tree standing stout -n- straight.
Its leafy limbs doggedly swayed.
Its own acorns now split and sprout,
as the old man sits in its shade.
I tried to look up what this plant was called, but had no luck–despite its distinctive shape. We saw it in the Coorgi rainforest. As you can see it looks like a blueberry attached to a five-petaled orange flower.