Growing up / Does the old shady tree know its own growth ?

Lapse in the head
the time ticking by

The average seed resting in its earthy womb

-- in a kind of limbo where nothing seems to happen --,

Then
Suddenly bursts out of the soil,
grasps the earth,
one representation of the elemental flow
as time passes by

and somewhere waves splash on to sands under the moon,
the stars sway,
fluids in spinal columns slosh,

while that seed pushes out of the earth, the force of water
meets the sun to reveal a green
that might equal life before getting twisted,
to so many scores and tunes, it keeps pushing and pulling,
hardens,
the leaves come out,
the flowers give back in full bloom
that which is circling,
a form to include others in its orbit.

This is one story captured by the passing of time,
not yet finished,
and much too small a part of the whole ...

The question is thus -
Does the average seed see its story pass by ?
How much we know our stories,
Lapsing by for better or worse ?


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A related point is that living with loves ones is good for the telling of our stories, the inherent lonesomeness of a mortal journey must not be practiced too much ...