In consciousness
a tiny bud blossoms,
a berry falls,
nature covers,
protects
from frost and cold.
Time passes,
spring arrives
now warmer days,
the spark of life
ignites
fresh growth.
From our berry
hidden warm,
new life appears,
a root bores down
searches
for support.
In the dark
a tender shoot
pale, vulnerable;
blind it advances,
ascends
towards the light.
The dawn’s light
sees our slender
shoot emerge;
fragile white it
seeks
sun and rain.
Given time
and many seasons,
our shoot grows
into a tree which
blossoms,
then,
a berry falls.
19-06-2008
The circle of life Bob, isn't nature wonderful? A well observed piece of writing, diolch, Lynda xx 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
IDEAS can germinate and grow in people's mind, touching the heart and soul of Mankind! Old 'ideas' give away to new, - 'an eye for an eye', and what have you? ! Then came Jesus with foregiveness and love, an after-life in His kingdom - in the heavens above! An 'idea' that finally rocked the world! ! ! Thanks Bob, your poem inspired me to write these lines! -Raj