Just beneath …

just beneath the surface,
a seed waits for water,
to find its wings and rise,
rise toward the warmth
of the caring, loving sun;
to bear a fruit, a flower,
spread its arms and fly,
in the flirting spring wind;
to savor the first kiss,
see the butterflyโ€™s colors,
feel the drops of rain;
just beneath the surface,
a life waits to be live.

Shared with Poetic Asides (Day 4, Just beneath) and One Single Impression (#245, Nature).

(’12, Nov 04)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

10 thoughts on “Just beneath …”

  1. This is quite stunning! You have described something so ordinary, an everyday occurrence that is never seen by the human eye, but you have so beautifully described this and made it be seen in the mind. It takes a lot of thought and skill to create something so effective, and it is a real joy to read such writing! ๐Ÿ˜€

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