Go tell the seed
The embryo of the tree.
Held bound by the testa.
Which is merely a tester.
Destined to be broken.
In grounds to be shaken
By the living corpse, it buried
By means that hurry, or tarry.
Oh yes! Go tell seed.
This dress it wears is a disguise
A camouflage of its true needs
Go tell the seed to be wise.
Yes there is a light above
A light permitted but not allowed.
Go tell seed to be profound and renowned
Lest it stands it ground
Against the grounds
Go tell seed to kneel
Before the ground, for the ground is built
As a foundation.
Yes, a temporary probation
For humble beginnings of one fruitful nation.
Go tell the seed!
To embrace the dirt
For the soil is a tide that embraces the reef
Go tell the seed!
To engrave the mess
Deep within its chest
That's the only way its heart can beat
That's the only way it can stand on its feet.
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PoetrySometimes, faith, love, time, and life can not be explained by any manipulation of our alphabet but expressed beautifully in poetry.
