Seed

A child.

For this holy place,

of wisdom and hope,

is a space for children,

to resolve the debilitating hiraeth,

towards a land they belonged to --

their own utopia.

Their minds,

as modest pieces of wood,

with potential in storage,

and prowess in cloak,

await spark,

in which,

shall flames be in dazzle.

Their souls,

as hibernating seeds,

with tinges in skin,

and fragrance in flesh,

await spring,

in which,

shall beauty be in blossoms.

Their bodies,

as raw ores of metal,

with strength in element,

and softness in born,

await furnace,

in which,

shall swords be in glory.

And that spark,

that spring,

that furnace,

is a tiny flash called "curiosity".

Author's Note

Had a long talk with an old friend and was inspired by him!

Reviews

[Confuser]

Kami: It is glorious! I am so spellbound by your words, just magical - so beautiful. The imagery, the sweetness of a child; and it is where they belong: a utopia, so many things came to my mind; all inspiring and full of hope. Your words are so powerful!!! Like the story of life....the way it should be - all the details; I'm blown away by your talent Kami. It's an amazing writing. The ending is so beautiful. Thank you so very much!! Truly a favorite of mine forever....Dale

[nazia]

As i said earlier.. you are growing with every passing day. This one is full of optimism and grace. Loved it Kami :)

[Kami Grace]

Thank you very much, nazia! Exams are burdening me these days and perhaps I will see more and evolve after all these sadness and pressure I am going to go through :)

[Emily]

I like this one!
Well done!
Keep it up!

[Kami Grace]

Thanks a lot, Emily! :D

[Jamestown]

Fantastic write with a positive and uplifting message!
Keep up the good work! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Kami Grace]

Thank you very much for reading, Jamestown! :)