When a seed sprouts through earths crust,
’Tis abound with pure potential abundant,
As it reaches skyward for the warm light of the sun,
Unaware its probability to reach its highest potential is actually scant.
Despite the odds being vastly far from their favour,
They grow each day towards their ultimate goal,
Despite the pressure bearing down to overwhelm them,
They find ways to evolve through the limitations of this life’s role.
Eventually they may wilt, their perspective bringing a darker moment to light,
Numb in the darkness they exist in a kind of weird trance,
Unable to feel, unable to function, unable to see any light through the fog…
Until an element of kindness invites them to thrive through their transcendence…
Said element brings to them reprieve, a glimmer of shining light through the foggy surrounds,
Triggering a path outwards towards the suns warming light,
Thus giving them a new sparkle, though needing a touch of strategic planning,
To grow further on through thoughts for their seraphic life that they can now fight…
Day by day they can now creep higher, closer than ever before to that they strive,
Shining a way for those not yet thus far upon their own unique path of life,
As they evolve beyond the layers from their darker days they’ve shed to grow this far,
‘Till they bloom beautifully beyond anything they could have expected to enthrive,
Seraphically… through all transcendence.
The Poetic Life 2.0 