Watching spring rains accelerate birth
wet, green, reaching, unfurling sprout
thrives, thickens, stands strong,
though orphaned, alone;
a seed left behind by a dying parent
containing all it would need
to continue its kind with a lick,
a taste, a whiff of life.
Man, above it all,intelligent
accepts his mortality with
faith, promise, belief in green fields beyond,
unknowing it lies in the seed, the cell,
the life, he plants to grow in the rain and
he rises, relives, rejoices for a time,
a breath, a brief taste of life.
Childless, I wonder at this, my end,
and plant a fingernail, a hair, a promise,
a hope in the earth
praying for rain.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology