sonGs of oTher laNds

the seed

The seed stumbles as she tries to walk
Barely a seedling, yet lost in the city
She cries and askes for the sun
But her tears just adds to the rain

Cut by the granite road
She still drags herself along
Beaten and bleeding
The blood leaves a trail

The seedling runs faster, now
Stronger and more accustomed
She sees the end of the road
The start of the fertile soil

Finally, she is home!
Adrenaline fills her entire body
A mighty jump, the last of her suffering thrown away
Into the comfortable nest of sand and stones

Beauty is now her life
No longer the little unsightly seed
She's a flower, beautiful
Strong and able.

posted by jessXW @ 2:36 PM