from the ashes of memory
sprouts a stalk
slender weak and wobble kneed
a miracle in green
on its head a burden fair
petalled pollen’s crown of gold
and from the dusty hollows of
dried up land
rises winged lives
buzzing euphony to the crown
rushing mad winds do slow down
bearing gently on the stalk
to cradle the crown for a
moment
every persevering seed
that breaks open the hard crust
is an Ode to Life
for, this is how the Cosmos was
born.
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