‘Seed’ a poem #2

Seed
I am a seed
Deep in the ground
As I wake
After the floods poured down
Here I lay
Here I stay
With great things to come

Seedling sprung
In springtime running through the wilderness
Aligned with the sun
Turning the small into strong limbs

now the BIG trees
And the trees that once were
Are yet but dust to return to
The great earth
As the old fall
And the young rise
The early shakes in quakes
And rumblings

Building Growing Ebbing Climbing
Is an ecstasy in motion
Love an unconquerable tool
The way to reign & the way to break through
The pursuit of expanse
The dream of heights
To build mountains
Of us.

Daylight awakens
After nightfall’s stark breeze
We are here now.
We are here now.
You were once just a seed.
Look and see what you’ve become!

2018 -carrie lynn allison
Art from Society6 - "Seedling" by April Bauguess Art (@aprilbauguessart)