Empty Seeds

From shells of emptiness they come. No one knows how they appear. In the gardening books, lots of writing. In the dark empty seed - only one sound, a word not found on any shelf. We observe that nothingness, watch it create gardens and forests. Knowing little, we talk much of the giant Sequoia. Some break out and scatter the empty Redwood seeds, reverently they plant them in more strata’s of nothingness.