Here beneath the ground
Cool water flows all around
Roots reach down to drink

With the wind, leaves are playing
In daylight slowly fading

The seed cracks with growth
separating through reach destined for the heavens
competing with the similarly ambitious
because space is finite
So, aspire to grow small?
I think not for I am a seed
"Let me exceed", I shall ask
fore my pedals will expand and spread my  pollen
Never, to recede

Deep in the forest
Lies a tree grand in size
Older than the rest
But close to demise

Each winter is harder
The bitter cold bites
And is a slow killer
But still she fights

The humans come with axes
And **** those around her
Never able to relax
When one day she'll just be lumber

Each day branches snap
Because of the dry life
The sun beats down as she naps
Always causing strife

And one day she withers
And is not longer in pain
But all she has weathered
Is not in vain

Because below seeds flourish
The ground is moist and full of water
And soft, full with nourish
All thanks to mother

In the stretch of time,      I sow my seeds so
I may leave my life     like light leaves the sun.

Only* made nothing!
Only that or this.
Only for a moment but,
Only for a kiss.

Beware conceived of something.
Beware of that or this.
Beware of giant thoughts in there.
Beware of mindless bliss.

Content took just a moment.
Content with that or this.
Content to breach the levy.
Content in the abyss.

Always stops at nothing.
Always that or this.
Always finding something.
Always gets the gist.

Amazed comes on in waves.
Amazed of that or this.
Amazed rained down in teardrops.
Amazed was not remiss.

Aware was very clear to see.
Aware of that or this.
Aware took all the rainbow seeds
And vanished in the mist.

Amazed, she kissed the Only.
Only touched Beware.
Content reached out for Always.
Amazed became *Aware.

Like seeds my thoughts take root,
spiraling, to ground on written page.

They spout with beautiful verse
bonding with flowers long stem.

A breath and thought ends
being a paragraph that vibrates in wind

And then a poem is completed
to drift in a pool of someones eye.

StarBG © 2017

I long for myself
and for those I love
and for those I lead
to be like the
wild sequoias.

Let our reach
be high and vertical.
Let our roots
be firm and intertwined.
Let us be
strategically planted
in deep reservoirs.
Let our bark
be thick and resilient.
Let our seeds
be released
and germinated
when the fire comes.

Yes, let us be
an enduring grove,
outliving difficult
seasons and enjoying
the plentiful.