The Seed


In the depth of darkness
covered in soil
the surface does not know
what is inside that grows

Within a hard shell
lies life in center
pushing roots into earth
anchoring down for its birth

Exhausted from labor
without time to rest
it reaches its arms out
to quench its long drought

A stem has been born
with leaves on the end
breaking out of the dirt
“I am alive” it asserts.

With long arms now
reaching out to the sky
every season that comes
to the elements it succumbs

In winter it sleeps
In Spring it bears fruit
In the summer it shades
In the fall its leaves fade

Looking up from below
time to just admire
how this incredible being
began its journey from a seedling.