In consciousness <br />a tiny bud blossoms, <br />a berry falls, <br />nature covers, <br />protects <br />from frost and cold. <br /> <br />Time passes, <br />spring arrives <br />now warmer days, <br />the spark of life <br />ignites <br />fresh growth. <br /> <br />From our berry <br />hidden warm, <br />new life appears, <br />a root bores down <br />searches <br />for support. <br /> <br />In the dark <br />a tender shoot <br />pale, vulnerable; <br />blind it advances, <br />ascends <br />towards the light. <br /> <br />The dawn’s light <br />sees our slender <br />shoot emerge; <br />fragile white it <br />seeks <br />sun and rain. <br /> <br />Given time <br />and many seasons, <br />our shoot grows <br />into a tree which <br />blossoms, <br />then, <br />a berry falls. <br /> <br /> <br />19-06-2008<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ideas-6/
