I start out as a small seed, pushed deeply underground,
then I am a sprout, small and happy.
I grow leaves and am bright and happy,
I have a head, small and green.
Then....
I burst through the green and reach for the sun!
The sun is beautiful, and I am a sun too,
But I am waiting for the moon. It is beautiful also.
I become the sun of the night,
And the second sun of the day.
I keep growing, and it becomes hard to look at the sun,
my head heavy with pedals, and seeds of my own.
Staring at the ground that I came from, and I drop my seeds.
And I start again, as a small seed, pushed deeply underground.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
I start out as a small seed, pushed deeply underground,
then I am a sprout, small and happy.
I grow leaves and am bright and happy,
I have a head, small and green.
Then....
I burst through the green and reach for the sun!
The sun is beautiful, and I am a sun too,
But I am waiting for the moon. It is beautiful also.
I become the sun of the night,
And the second sun of the day.
I keep growing, and it becomes hard to look at the sun,
my head heavy with pedals, and seeds of my own.
Staring at the ground that I came from, and I drop my seeds.
And I start again, as a small seed, pushed deeply underground.
2012 © Natalie Wood
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