To understate,
You are a seed,
The beginning of a tree.
You will grow and you will blossom,
And you will bear fruit and leaves.
So what am I.
The picker of fruit?
Spreader of pollen?
Maybe a tree, a bush?
You can,
And will
Exist without me.
This is an understatement.
Rather, you are a red giant,
A star ready to blow, expand.
Supernova.
Space-dust.
The elements for life.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
To understate,
You are a seed,
The beginning of a tree.
You will grow and you will blossom,
And you will bear fruit and leaves.
So what am I.
The picker of fruit?
Spreader of pollen?
Maybe a tree, a bush?
You can,
And will
Exist without me.
This is an understatement.
Rather, you are a red giant,
A star ready to blow, expand.
Supernova.
Space-dust.
The elements for life.
I am simply other star-dust.
Maybe our gravity will meet.
