Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Skin and seed

A seed’s sacrifice, letting the skin of a fruit shine

Spending its life hidden, under the pulp

Not every seed will turn into a tree

But the potential’s there, that’s all that matters

Always working in the dark, never allowed to see light

From a tiny shrub to the giant redwood

They cannot stand without a seed giving itself up

We’ve all come from a seed

It’s long forgotten, making way for skin’s different hues

Adding to the richness of humanity’s fabric

The essence of the seed is never lost, hidden under the skin

It may be found where it’s at home, in the silent dark