Transformation

Unseen, unheard

the seed drifts.

Softly, gently, it falls

to its resting place

where earth becomes a grave

as life ebbs, withers, dies.

It lies,

beneath the cold, dark dust

until the tomb becomes a womb

that nurtures, waters, warms

as the sapling forms,

raises its head,

and takes a breath

defying death.