A Poem Created By Me, Teresa, Called 'The Seed'...
The Seed
I'm deep within the cold, dark sand, listening for the rain.
For I know when I feel the cold light mist, my life's about to change.
The thunder rolls and lightening cracks, I know it's time to grow.
But I feel so dang impatient, because this journey seems so slow.
Suddenly I'm softened and the ground is growing warm.
I'm beginning to stretch up towards the sun, where my energy's adorned.
I'm ever tiny, a speck of green on withered old black shell,
I know it's finally ruptured, my sack I knew so well.
I'm almost to the surface, to reach out towards the sky,
I ponder what my purpose is, and just what's my reason why?
My stem is getting stronger, my roots are growing stout,
I'm finally seeing blades of grass, it makes me want to shout!
It's early in the morning, I've grown, it's nothing new, but,
Nothing's more erotic than the caress of dawn's fresh dew.
The warm, west wind subdues me, and gives me inner peace,
I know that I'm transforming, and growing with great leaps.
There's something stretching on my head, I have a touch of scent..
No longer do I watch the ground, this is almost too intense.
Every inch inside me, shoots tingles through my veins,
Everything if throbbing as my body drinks more rain.
Something special happened, when the full moon kissed my head,
It whispered something I couldn't hear, but I know that it was said.
I appear to be completely new, an illusion so to speak.
Because I know this strong, sweet smell, really can't be me..
I'm getting tired, and starting to whither, I'm growing super week.
Now is the time I pray to someone that I get the strength I seek.
Each morning now brings me feeling more frail, and I fear I'm almost done. .
I never knew I'd be so frightened with each deay of the setting sun.
I'm sinking deeper to the ground, my petals fallen off.
And as I look unto the grass, it looks so smooth and soft.
My body nags me to bend in half, and rest upon the ground,
What I fear the most is death itself, because I'm not sure I'll be found.
And as I await my final death, being swallowed by the ground,
I feel a loosening on my head, and the seed meets dirt as though it's found.
Even though, my time has come, and the beauty has faded away,
I know because of me, this seed will see another day.
I laid upon the solid ground, as frost stung on my leaves,
And all that I could say to God was, "Take me please."
The bitter struggle of the Northern Wind made my lifeless body limp
Nothing could sustain it, and then day was black and grim.
My time on earth is over, but I have a next of kin.
It was my one and only, and tiny as a pin.
I now know what my purpose is, and would do it all again,
I know that my great beauty is part of my seed's blend.
Written by: Teresa (Angel Tears From Heaven)
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