“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” - Confucius
The theme for this week’s Poets United challenge is “animation”. My response to this is the poem below:
Deep in the wet and cold, black earth
A seed sleeps, profoundly, silently.
The sleep of a long, insensate death
A state of quiet, suspended animation.
The days, weeks, months and years pass,
As sun and moon revolve tireless, endlessly.
The seed sleeps, and yet as sure as greening grass
Will grow, the seed awaits life’s creation.
Some hidden internal clock marks time and ticks,
The seed stirs and juices start to flow secretly.
There is awakening: A myriad of chemicals mix
And the seed cracks open with the force of animation.
A common occurrence, a billion times replayed,
But always a wonder, as nature intends, instinctively.
A tiny seed, will live again and sprout forth in a glade
To form a flower, a bush, a tree, in glorious foliation.
What mystery in a tiny, sleeping seed enclosed,
What coexistence of death and life mixed intimately!
What joy to see the seed’s hidden, inner life exposed,
What evidence of a divine purpose and the power of animation!
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