Seedling

A seed starts sprouting and getting life back to this Earth after calamity war.

A terrain was so clear

No man, No animal, No bird’s chirp at all

Only thing present was

A dark fright, terrible silence in the air

And some broken lines of power-transmission

An appropriate place to bring the life back

Damp-breeze and optimal light

It is when a seed tears the soil

And let its root go inside

Curled up straight to lift a tiny bud

Toughen its stem to reach sunshine

How did it come to such finest milieu

That nourished it well and let it grew

It’s been a time, so long enough

A life came back into being

But the bud was dark instead of green

Its stunning shades are no more bright

As the dust has blocked its beam of light

It reflects the pain of brutal attack

Once had happened by the savage claque

It sounds the screech of little martyr

who cried for a mercy at every fire

It reflects the mirth of some patriots

Who felt so proud o’er blood-riots

All as sudden, clouds run away

Sun comes to its head and

Burns like the hell

A tiny bud couldn't bear it all

And burnt to die along windfall

Reviews

[¿]

This reminds me the history of Japan....twas the ruthless attack and still it's signs are vibrant....the whole concept is so wonderful here...I'd thought the bud will live and would bring greenery but the interpretation and moral you gave is actually better than that!...It's another great read from you...thanks for sharing☺!

[angel]

My word! I was set for hope and rebirth,and instead... but dark or light, life or death, green or not; these feelings you invoke are real, sharp, and bright. Very evocative, and scathingly real.