Seed

Every step I take
become derivatively

Those enormous trees
don't sympathize on my confusion

Calling unto wind to guide me
out of this forest

Why is there only your voice
whispering through the leaves?

Calling unto clouds to take me
away from this place

Why is there only your shadow
touching my face?

I'm bored of counting
how many days have flown while I'm in this forest

My legs seem like planted root to the ground
No longer can be moved anywhere

Will I end up like these enormous trees?

In great surprise I hear a sudden
soft whisper right at my ear

"Why are you complaining and worrying?
Plant your root deeper and be fruitful, My seed."


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