Way Under

One little seed alone waiting to sprout,

Out in the open where the soil is soft and moist.

One root after another slowly forming life,

Way under.

Two squirming worms helping it grow,

The roots keep growing as they creep towards warm soil.

As the rain splatters above, the root doesn’t stop,

Way under.

Three little rain drops feeding the soil,

as bursts of leaves make their way up to air

one little seed falls off a tree but is no longer alone

Way under.