Journey

Perhaps a seed was dropped by a bird Or by a gust of wind on a place full of dirt That was long ago and all had forgotten But the seed knew it would tear apart First its own hard shell then the stone And see the world when it sprouts out; Passionately it was waiting for a season When the days would bring drops of rain And a wild breeze blow from the south A pack of rays fall on its chest from the sun The day came after long wait and it felt A shake, a jerk and energy in severe pain As if someone was calling and asked in guilt Wake up wonder baby, now it is your turn Spit up all that may be soil, pebble or stone Gone are the harsh days and the drought Opportunity is at hand, be a lovely sprout; First only two leaves it forcefully flung Then third one, next the forth and so on In no time it became a beautiful infant In the morning the dew that fell upon Helped it further to be full grown plant. New shoots and buds began to appear With petals long and strong it wore The sweet fragrance and drank color Felt an urge and bloomed into a flower.