The seed on the move

In size tiny, titanic in the wisdom of the kernel,
whose birth, destined
in its burial, drought or disease hit, it becomes
the prediction of man's extinction. Husk clad, mired

in gravity, shut in darkness, walled with mud, for its center
to grow again, what's an inward truth ,roots down to the old
roots ,underground where all, at last descend to meet
their ancestors. The light prone self essence, for its

expansion, pushes up
through its pain, caused by the cleansing of its negative
selves, with the thrill of creative passion till it emerges above
ground, immensity itself, in trunk and leaves as the epiphany

of a natural skyscraper, without smoke and metal, in the garb
of a redwood ,whose bark embarked with a forest and
a granary, becomes to hunger ,life in the form of bread,
transforming its dream in the hope of mankind.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2022-02-07 at 02:47

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
From such a tiny seed a mighty Redwood grows, and you've evoked so well its germination and growth - I particularly liked the 'natural skyscrapper'

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine piece of prosaic poetry. (I'm wondering if it needed the stanzaed format, but that's just technical.) The thought process explained by your words is very evidential. Applauded. :)