A Seed
By Mikey Witkowski
Down,
Neath the starlit sky and its vast expanse
Down,
Neath the boughs and bends of the oaks
Lies a seed.
Down,
Neath the mantle of the earth
Under the rocks and roots,
Under the bones.
Lies a seed.
Biding its time and holding fast,
It rests in a balmy caress
In wait,
In wait for the unity of hands and hearts
A convocation, encompassing all
A deeper peace and a greater sympathy.
It lies in wait, for a chance to see,
Us stand neath starlit skies, neath the blazing sun,
In fields, in farms, in forests and cities,
In swaying plains and proud houses