The Seed
I wandered through this forest lonely.
Other towering trees move out of my pathway bowing
Until only your presence filled my view.
Proudly are your branches hanging.
Pass all those in the village
Who sit, waiting for their chance to bloom
When that golden orb will be dancing in the sky
Once again, calling for them to unfurl themselves
From where they have been sleeping in the ground.
And float.
Weightless as the air surrounding.
Drifting like a young Kite’s
Feather, lost once it realised
It may fly to the highest,
Soaring over plains, mountains, forests
And fall.
Crash and burn.
Surround yourself with darkness
As you entertain the very thought
You tried to escape from:
Failure.
Until uncurling from below
You stand up in your glory,
Breathing in the breath taking,
Allowing the light to raise you up.
And stand.
Never changing.
Ever ageing.
Arms raised so they become nothing
But charcoal splinters shattering
The perfect water colour of fire
Behind your head.
Reside in a crooked form.
Weeping in despair at the atrocities
You have witnessed.
Torn apart
Limb by limb.
Screaming in the night
Pelted by nothingness.
Laughed at for unmovingness.
Forgotten in the wilderness.
But here you are.
Fast rooted in the ground I found you.
Lost within the shadows of those surrounding.
But I turn my back.
I walk away through the darkness
Wishing for that day I could stand
Almost as strong as you.
