SEEDLINGS

 

SEEDLINGS  by Susan Mehr

Melding of colours
illuminates horizon,
I peer at with awe.

Racing rays of light,
cracking through the darken sky,
moon and stars no more.

A little tickle,
stimulating existence,
Awakens the soul.

Not the first to bloom.
Uncertain, what do I do?
Finding strength alone.

Hope inspires dreams,
to finally awaken,
never forsaken.

So impossible,
I’ll always fight for one’s dreams,
then stretch out my wings.

Breeze tempts I let go.
Trust in the Almighty’s hand
venture on my own.

Seeds swirl in the breeze.
Tossed with leaves to unknown lands
to find a new home

Fertile soil waits,
soften with drizzles of rain,
seedlings nursery

Now I lay to sleep,
fingers emerge setting roots
living life I should.

Sprouting baby leaves,
a beautiful natures green,
Sun touches with warmth.

I reach, touch the sky
grow healthier than before.
Humble I stand tall.

In the mists, I dwell.
Shrubs of all kind carpets earth
Sunlit paradise.

Winds scurry around
and dance like never before.
Waves ripple with force.

Blossoming flowers.
A bud is about to form.
My sepals cradles.

First sepals open.
Seeds with fairy wings emerge.
Like fluffy white fur.

How happy I am,
to see the sun on their face.
It’s the little things.

Winds tickle my babes,
to awaken, but this time,
I farewell with love.

Far off lands, they fly.
Beginning life’s adventures.
Confidence overflows.

Colours keep melding.
Horizon illuminates,
still my breath it takes.