A lullaby is sung,
In the timelessness,
Of the quiet wild.
To tell the story,
Of an unborn child.

A seed,
Willing to seed;
COUPLES with the soil,
DEEP in the womb of earth.
Struggling the chill,
The darkness,
For light
Struggling,
To take its birth.

The diamond,
In the sky;
Smiles bright and Loud.
GLOWS..
In ALL its glory.
All birds,
Begin to hum;
Our new mate is gonna come !

The wind screams;
The leaves dance;
Air the melody,
In ritual romance.

Playing darts,
To the sound of crickets;
The hustle, bustle, whisper
Of conspiring thickets.
Whistle…
A music of its own;
Celebrating life,
As the seed is sown.

The woods, the wind,
The stream, the earth.
All PARTY to prop its Being
As if …
In a world of Adam and Eves
They are SO capable
Of seeing !!

UNAWARE of this all,
The sepal evolves,
In its world SO SMALL;
Is on a journey,
On an unknown quest;
Against all odds,
To fight its best.
Cuts through the soil,
Its MIGHTIEST dare;
TRYING…
To breathe fresh air.

And SOON,
Will it come.
They all hope !
To connect the dots,
To untangle the knots.
Will share its experience,
Unravel the mystery
And tell its story.
The story,
Of an unborn tree !