Green Seeds

There is an expectant hush, a kind of full-term birth. The baby will be a green child, leaves will be its hair, its eyes will be green pools of light, deep yet bright, its limbs both roots and boughs. It will know not conflict or strife, only growth and blossoming, fruitfulness and efflorescence. It will be our child, born from a love of life, but hush, we will need to hide it from the death dealers, conceal it for a little while, then exiled, escape to that legendary Egypt, a symbolic land where astrological temples proclaim the green hearts of cosmic progenitors, those that once seeded this earth. Listen now with your evergreen soul, harken, for even to this day, they watch and wait.