Alongside Salvation
I am the seed hoping for soil
enriched with tears from the sky
a sun so warm one must pause
the rays perched upon the eyes
I could grow in solitude
escaping from this pod
then grab hold of the earth
to become one with fertile sod
so long as I can bloom
and launch precious seeds
some across a dormant summer sky
to sprout flower, bush, or tree
in the heavens I might travel
farther than the bald eagle
though I may end as fodder
for crows who squawk and banter
I am the seed hoping for you
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2017
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