Song Of Hope Poem by John Anderson

A lonesome seed lie cocooned in dirt;
dormant in moistened ground.
He lies and waits in a darkened grave,
for the day he will be found.

He sings his song of hope within
of vibrant petals on an emerald stem.
He sings of niche and promises which,
give his life some meaning.

For what he longs he doesn't know,
but is sure that something is calling.
But its golden rays are only a dream,
while he sings his song of finding.

As cool rains fall on his grave of fear,
his kernel's walls begin to tear.
He sings his song as he reaches through;
as if it were a prayer.

Pushing dirt, wiggling forth;
a twisting, squirming, grope.
Inching up through fractions of ground;
and singing a song of hope.

At last, he's through to sun and air,
and cries in joy at his new found lair.
He sobs to a breeze in a pasture fair-
and he sings his song of hope.