Growth

The sky grows from grayish-white to blue
as the day grows from morning to afternoon
Little baby birds we rescued after cutting their tree down
grow soft black feathers too
Students grow from wide eyed freshman to
can't wait for next year impatience

And I'm watching this new building from my office window grow
Each day a new layer of cement and a new floor
Men are lifting wood panels
With giant insect armed cranes
Placing walls up in geometric configurations
Too gingerly for such enormous machinery
What must it feel like to know you made something grow?

We all wait for the building to be done
So that there will be a place to relieve overcrowded classrooms
We hope our "space issues" will be gone
But I will miss the beep beeping
The clank of metal
The surprise of something newly made
that greets me in the morning
The chance to watch something grow.