A Seed’s Growth
by Sawhney the writer
Devoured
By hunger to grow
Up past
The realms that already exist
I am a seedling
Thirsty for the expanses
Of tilled earth
And heavenly possibilities
Up, up I go
Higher with no fears
I only search
For all that will
Strengthen the life
That resides innately within
If I am shunned
I will bend toward the light
If I am deprived
I will use what I have
And I will not
Surrender –
I will wait until
The day I am replenished again
To live
Is to reach
And to bend, but to never
Give up
On the hope of life
That exists past the present
I am the seedling
That was born of fruit, a remnant of the past
And I am the seedling that will
Unfold toward the heavens
Searching
For new life to create
Always searching for my truth
