Once upon a time some devil crossed his globe.
He put a seed in each pocket of dirt, every hole was dug.
The world became filled with seeds.
A devil like him filled the globe and poured seeds over equators.
Earth transformed into a heavy, blue marble.
Seeds piled up.
More and more seeds were driven over the sockets of heaven and hell.
Dreams got burned along its length, rotations, and weight.
Blue oceans swam in kernels of truth.
However light touched all seeds depended on victims of circumstance.
Whole rotations soared near a growing moon.
It grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger until Earth collided.
Fish drove into the center within means of pressure.
Later on these seeds covered the globe in mass quantities as space vanished.
Grounds were counted less than the seeds.
Variety held the growth where light diminished in darkness.
Over and over, this devil in butterfly wings dressed the globe in seeds.
Colors popped above solid grounds during an onslaught.
Earth grew heavier, and heavier, and heavier.
People appeared out of nowhere.
Soon the planet rotated on too many seeds- it ground, it halted.
The globe fell into its own air.
Ditches revealed the opening light of greatness in soil.
It grew, and grew, and grew, and the planet grew until it popped into orbit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem