Little one,
For now you rest
in the palm of my hand
– smallest of seeds –
destined to become
the greatest of trees.
First you have to fall
and leave this life behind.
To disappear in darkness,
true purpose there to find.
Countless futures
lie within you
waiting to take shape.
I find the earth
where you will rest,
your journey an escape.
Wrapped in the earth
things hidden
break forth and expand.
And in my mind
I pause to see
the heights you will ascend.
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