You Are The Earth, I The Seed. Poem by Goodness Tchibueze

You are the Earth, i a seed
Ushered into your deepest warmhold
By Fate's unfathomed deed,
To adorn, with verdant gold,
Your hue.When Winter's dew,
Or Autumn's rain, or Summer's shine
Provokes me, mundane marvels to view;
My tentacles with your bosom's entwine;
Heavenward i creep, thereabout i press:
From rocks to crusts scale;
Many ambushed foes to suppress,
As ordered by Climate's scale,
(Those cannot be till i die the death
Which heralds my rigorous growth) .
When the days race into fleet of years,
I spread my arrival tale and valour,
While Time's unsteady hand rears
And builds my sturdy muscles.To stupor
I draught the milk which will circulate
Down to the veins in my hairs.Of late,
Never have i from you departed;
Nature's infinite pact keeps us united.

You are the Earth, i a Tree now,
My tentacles repose in you still.
From Time's wildest tutorials how,
Into your deepest bosom, to drill
I have learnt.To conjure fruits,
Her harshiest climates, alone, i forbear.
Can ever the fire seek the pot it suits?
Or the womb which child to bear?
When by blades or thunderstorms i fall,
O Earth on your grainy thighs i fall!
If i am stumped, my sun is yet undimmed,
Nor my night bare of stars when i am pared
Away from your coarse comfort, undeemed
Wholesome in your warmhold to be spared.
I fall, many certain deaths though i die,
All seem worthwhile since in you i shall lie.