Collective Condition Poem by Kara Trece

A seed rooted under the stars anchored down by reality. Stands alone beneath the starry eyed sky, reaching out every night from its own canopy. It's crown wanders amongst the clouds seeing only possibilities. Restless bows wave out for consideration, as the heavens look down with deliberation. Electrifying the moon with anticipation. Revealing the bole of creation stemming from this place of manifestation.