The promise of things to come <br />Resides in the tight protective case <br />That has protected the inner works <br />From assault by the outside world. <br /> <br />Kept away from a peaceful bed, <br />Starved of light and nourishment <br />Sleeping a restless sleep <br />While others have long gone. <br /> <br />Too much time spent <br />All alone. <br />Intended for a new arising <br />But somehow forgotten <br />And made to slumber on. <br /> <br />Now as if by chance the master calls: <br />Take up your rightly place in the bed <br />And awake from your slumbers and reveal <br />The magic that has been concealed. <br /> <br />Move restlessly as your skin grows taunt <br />And as inner workings awake <br />The spirit moves within the tiny bud <br />Which takes on a life of its own. <br /> <br />It swells and darkens with life giving fluids <br />Until it stands erect, <br />But still contained within the body <br />Until the warmth of the moment causes excitement <br />And it burst forth <br />A monument to life. <br /> <br />Now emerging from the folds <br />It stands bent by the efforts of the past exertion <br />until as before, <br />Responds to light <br />And shows a new life. <br /> <br />Unfolding, the neck straightens <br />Until the head <br />Is revealed in all its majesty <br />And prepared to accept the warm embrace. <br />Moisture glistens within the crevice <br />As the wings unfold <br /> <br />And life anew is born, <br />The snowpea has sprouted.<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-awakening-20/
