Not Any Child

I am not an Ivy child
Up the wall. Lush, loved, envy of all.

I am not an Envy child
At the brim. Content, collected, untouched by green.

I am not a Green child
Deck with dew. Fresh, fed, teemed with muse.

I am not a Teemed child
Full of fullness. Shrunk, stumped, nothing to harness.

but a world of myself.