The Little Brown Seed

Lost in the depths of the Earth

With darkness all around

And no hope in sight,

The little brown seed sighed

And recalled it’s days in the light.

It remembered in the deep recesses 

Of it’s little brown heart,

The sweet heady scent of over ripe fruit

As they cracked apart.

A tiny black beak chirping and pecking

And then Splat!

Falling down into the dry grass

Among scores of busy ants

Hurrying and scurrying.

From whence it looked up at the painted scene

The pastel blue with the wispy clouds,

‘tween the green of the leaves

And the birds chirping aloud.

The bees buzzing around 

In the hot summer noon,

Among fruit burst open

And seeds everywhere strewn.

And then being lifted

By dozens of minions,

Down a deep dark hole 

To the nether regions.

All this and more

It remembered fondly,

As it lay in the dark

And mused dreamily.

And then, an overcast sky,

The distant rumble of thunder,

The first drops hit the thirsty soil

And reached the seed hidden under.

The fragrance of damp earth,

It squirmed in delight,

And the little brown seed began

It’s tryst with sunlight.

Warmed and loved

With that gentle caress,

It swelled up with pride

And burst forth in tenderness.

Soft green feelers

From within it’s sheath,

One to feel the sky

The other, deep beneath.

Which danced in the sunlight

Sprouting freshness in green,

Delighted to be where

The little seed had once been.