The seed
planted deep into the warm womb
protected by shell and earth
softens under ground
as skies weep and weep
it feeds upon itself
drawing upon stored energy
until a fragile spout forms
roots, like fairy hair, seek purchase
security
they hold tightly to the nurturing mother
confident of her care
the shoot breaks into sunshine
unfolds tender leaves
trusting in the gentleness of spring
when killing frosts
die
sheltered from whips of wind
buds bloom
into the glorious promise of life
sprinkled with morning dew
blossoming with hope
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