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 .