The Underground Dream of the Seed

In the brown shell, beneath the dark veil,
it ignores the wind, the time that breaks apart.
A small universe, still pure and frail,
knows nothing of rain, or sun’s command.
It waits in silence for a deep throbbing beat,
its destiny concealed from sight.

Not yet a breath, not even a lament,
but within sleeps a subtle tremor bright.
An ancient memory, a stirring movement sent,
the green map of a future guiding light.
It lies, hidden, in the dense quiet space,
with an intense and secret beating pace.

And before the fiber starts to unfold,
before the stalk breaks free from its prison hold,
an unexploded energy strips it bare
of every fear, without delay or care.
Thus, in the humid dark, life waits alone
for the ray, its daring journey sown.