Germinating

How many years was I sleeping? One thousand or one million? Under layers of ice I was sleeping Closed, closed deep Amid darkness In deep slumber was I. One day I woke up With raised head I opened my window To see Layers of ice have melted Sun is welcoming me With open arms A new world, open sky and million stars. The air lovely Colors abound Green fields, blooming flowers. I felt a touch of heavenly hands. I breathed I danced I rejoiced I mingled And melted In the sun beams As I become A dot of color On the petal Of a flower.