The two of us are a seed nestled within the earth
A throb, a pulse of life buried soft in the dark,
Simply twisting and winding toward the breaking point, the breach,
Until with a simple caress we tear the earth.
In a glance, we spread our stems, unfurl our leaves in a glow of glory
In the laughter we have the chance to thrive, to live, for astonishment.
We crave vitality, creativity, love.
And in the growth it all seems to fall into place.
And yet,
When the storm strikes and the first words are spread
Our seedling cannot stand,
And thus begins the withering.
