The Poet's Plant

I have a plant that ceaseless crawls
Across my desk and up the walls.
Especially it takes delight
In growing t'ward a source of light.

It will not yield this constant aim,
Although with shears its growth I tame.
But rather with a vengeance rare
It seems to reach more quickly there.

I pondered on this plant awhile
And thought to emulate its style.
I should reach also for the light;
With courage strive to do the right.

Example I might set for all
If in the truth I posture tall.
That clear be heard a new descant,
"In truth, the poet and his plant."