New Beginnings

A seed floats
Then falls
Breathlessly to the uncertainness below.

A tiny sprout,
Slender but determined,
Forces through darkness,
Lifting its golden face to the kind warmth above.

Stretching out its wrinkled form,
Proudly tossing its yellow mane,
Heeding not the wind or rain,
Bending and bowing to a endless field of
Identical clones.

Slowly, slowly,
The boasting dies
As yellow turns to white.
Rumbling, the darkening clouds
Drowned out prayers for gentler days.

The wind that gently dropped
A seed
Now roughly tears at ragged leaves,
Bruising stems and chilling fragile souls.
Piteously, the humble weed
Clutches at its dying splendor,
Begging to be left with one piece
Of its once splendid glory.
Coldly, the uncompromising wind rips away
Every puff of dream and pride,
Scattering them to the open sky.

Each small dream,
A separate seed,
Is carried far beyond its parent’s earth
To grace another barren land.



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