A seed
blown in the wind
tumbles and lands in
the in-between;
a simple seam
in the rocks,
where water pools
and midday sun
warms it.
Latent capacity
awakens,
yet is unknown
to the seed itself.
A lone sprout
emerges
into daylight,
and moonshine.
Stars,
fill it, with
hope.
She takes hold
of life,
she grows stronger,
her stems reach high;
until the bloom
opens.
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