The Seed

A Poem by Shanerator

Nothing I’ve known
           But dark thereof
‘Till turn it did, the tide.

Destiny shown.
           The storm above
Awoke something inside.

The dirt: a shawl,
           My soil estate.
Becomes a wet domain.

The droplets fall
           And percolate
Engulfing me in rain.

Moisture extract
           Gives life anew.
Nature conceives my birth.

My shell, it cracked;
           My leg bore through.
My first true sense of earth.

My roots unfurl,
           Weaving like thread
Through clay and silt and sand.

They twist and curl,
           Fan out and spread;
My many legs expand.

And drink, they do —
           Like straws they pull
The water from beneath.

And then it grew,
           My stem so full
Leaving its earthly sheath.

The dirt parts ways.
           A glint of light
Pokes through the darkened plane.

The sunlight’s rays
           Exude delight.
Such joy: they can’t contain.

The warm fresh air
           And summer breeze
Are also there to greet.

Some birds declare,
           While perched in trees,
My advent through a tweet.

My leafy eyes
           Adjust. I gaze
At the world all around.

To my surprise
           Much more awaits
Beyond The Underground.

Old life defined
           By nothing more
Than moisture and the dark.

Leaving behind
           The silted floor —
New Life: Here I embark!

The skies so blue.
           And clouds so white!
My leaves soak up the sun.

Such vivid hues —
           Color ignites
Feelings. The battle’s won!

I carried fear.
           Sad informant:
Wondering when to go?

For months and years:
           A seed dormant.
I thought I’d never grow.

But here I stand,
           On my own roots.
Enamored by the sight.

The view so grand —
           My life’s pursuits
Led here: From dark to light.