Seedlings
Held by darkness
The urge to push through becomes stronger
Up and up we surge
Breaking the seal of darkness
To bathe golden light
surrounded by a cool breeze
Insignificantly small
hidden between established others
or standing solo
like a solemn solitary sign of life
in the ground,
between cracks in the pavement, cobble stones
Awaiting our future
Trampled by forgotten footsteps
Weeded by an eager gardener
Torn by an enquiring yet destructive toddler
or allowed to strengthen
to grow
to blossom into a flowering beacon
a testament to spring
summer, nature, life itself
To brighten days of all kind
The smallest lice gently tripping over our petals
The buzzing bee or butterfly enjoying the fruits or our blooms
whilst we send them off with pollen to dust upon others of our kind
Snipped off to shine our last remaining days in full view
or wither away in situ
To earth we shall return
Where once more darkness will enfold us
Rosalie Genay