Dream of the Seed

On a soft bed of earth

Beneath a blanket of dirt

was a small black seed

that would never know hurt

would have no need to push

to compete, or to know

the lack of sun and water

And would never grow.

in the deep, dark forest,

a pine cone lays,

just as it has 

for many days.

unable to sprout,

to get any higher,

until the event of

a forest fire.

from the blistering heat

the seed is set free

to fight for the right

to become a tree.

Reviews

[Dearantlers]

Gorgeous! I loved it! The "fight for the right to become a tree" part was awesome. You're a really good poet!

[Fairytale]

Beautiful poem. So deep. It reminds me of growth from experiences. I could feel some passion towards the end. Thank you for sharing your work.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Marvelous!