A single seed upon an
Open palm,
What is the story for
Life to
Breach,
Penetrate,
Grow,
From seed to sap,
Then It feeds on
The goodness from
Ground,
Air,
Sunlight,
Branches stretch out
Like a yawn frozen in time
Foliage gives cover its shaded
Under carriage,
How Many have played
Upon your leaved branches
Silent,
Old,
One,
What stories you could tell
But for the moment you
Are but a seedling nestled in my open palm.