Seed Audacity

 Seed Audacity


Who could imagine

this tiny dry speck, 

with a little water,

a little warmth,

could transform?


Looking like a crumb of dust,

dead and dry,

blowing softly in the wind,

It comes to earth

to land on damp soil.


There it summons up

its hidden life force,

transforming sunlight and water

into a green, vigorous addition 

to the kingdom of plants..


The audacity of nature

is beyond understanding.


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