Friday, 1 July 2016

Rite of life

Hidden in the soil 
are those  bones and ashes
of forgotten progenitors
trapping with them
the seeds of future greens.
High above , clouds shudder
in their thunderous coitus
to douse the fire
of those indeterminate expectations .
The rite of life takes precedence
on these rain soaked plains
every blade of grass
every tiny plant that sprouts
with the eagerness of a debutante
on the verge of a great opportunity
makes the older trees
shake their heads in  wonder .
The grey veil of rain lifts up
over the horizon and suddenly
they all smile in the soft sunlight .

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