The promise of life

A seed was sown and then was long-forgotten.
All the elements of nature conspired,
and the spirit of the universe too.
The gushing waters , rumbling leaves,
many a trickle and a couple of shoves;
Finally a loud bang and knock
...the little seed breathed a lazy yawn,
and a groggy stretching of its extensions.
Just when it ventured rising from its bed,
"Awe...that hurts" said the seed ,
following the thud.
A little nosy about what it was,
the seed made its upward stride.
Sure it was not all uphill.
One more time and lo!
"What on pod is this...so bright
...I cannot stand it".
Time flowed and every drop had a story to tell,
fragrance to add , trinkets to treasure.

The seed had now become eligible,
with an unfurling blossom.
With every day a little of opening-up,
more mature...more fragrant.
As time should have it:
Every leaf must fall;
Every blossom must wither;
And so did this.
But there is always the promise of life
that still remains:
For every fall, there is a spring;
For every wither, there is a wing.
There is always a little seed,sown, long-forgotten
...it will see its morn.