Seeds

When I wake, I am surrounded by soil.

I stretch my buds toward where the light promises to be.I reach my roots toward where the water lies.

The earth yields to make way for me.The insects watch and greet me gently.

At the end of the long climb,my buds bathe in dazzling light.At the end of the long descent,my roots touch the cool groundwater.

Until the day I finally sleep,I am held by the soil.