It once fell to the ground, softly,
And settled as it was,
Undisturbed.
It came from a beautiful rose,
Rushed to the earth and let gravity hold its hand
Gently pulling it under.
Missing the spring,
I felt it breathing beneath my feet
And wondered if the cold had suffocated it.
It was summer when it thawed,
It was now a seed nestled in the soil,
Waiting for a softer spotlight.
I gave it a heat lamp to help it grow.
I saw it peeking through the grass,
Only to watch sink again.
In winter I forgot it was still there,
Forgot to check it was still breathing
And found a bud waiting for me.
I discovered how the ground was finally
Strong and gentle enough to support it,
Nourish it.
I cannot now what it will decide,
Whether the roots have taken
And whether it will survive the seasons
I can only wait,
Feel it beat beneath my feet,
Learn the steps to the rhythm.
