In Other Words
for each seed growing in a strong tree,
half a million other seeds will bite the dust,
except that
to taste the dust they must believe in the power of usefulness,
- unable to think that they will never germinate
they let themselves be carried away by exotic dreams:
dreaming of being nibbled by sparrows,
washed by rain, smelled of sprinting squirrels,
beaten by hot-cold winds, swaying in foamy waves,
touched by a second chance,
than rotten in the mud under a tree, (be it and strong)
- in other words
who cares about a vigorous tree,
when you are a survival arch/canopy,
arched up to the white canvases.
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2021
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