Growing Pangs

I was a seed

Planted among the reeds,

Without belief of the storm,

But then

Down it came:

Ground rising in rain.

And in the water

I flowed

Onward.

I was a seed

In the ground with the weeds,

A valley of dismal drought.

Then ablaze

From sun’s rays,

Everything was scorched by fire.

And rising in the infernal cloud,

I flew

Onward.

Now, a planted seed

In fertile earth and oak trees,

I rest where the angels camp.

Shocked by conditions-

The core of me comes to fruition.

I didn’t know the inside of me

Was something as big as a tree.

So now,

I grow

Upward.