Today, I marveled at the singleminded effort of a seed.
Conceived in a bloom and set free
tumbling to earth
to lay and wait
covered by snow and the oblivion of all that came before.
An entirety of existence bound in itself
the passing of time allows the opportunity to root
a chance to twist down and hold fast, to nurture the future with the past
only when the roots are strong can it push up
with blind faith there will be sun
knowing no other way.
The swelling of the source against the pressure of the earth
just when it feels like there is no room left, that life is too hard to live
something gives and there is
the one and only chance to become whole.