of life and death

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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