Seeds turn into trees, eggs hatch into birds–
branches sprout new leaves, merging into birds.
Trees together stand, calling to the birds–
nourishing the land, shelter to the birds.
Roots that anchor deep, filling skies like birds–
winds that secrets keep, sailing songs like birds.
Cells divide and grow, ancestor to birds–
ebbing into flow, speaking time to birds.
Through forests dense and green, dreams scatter me into birds–
though feathers stay unseen, wings open me into birds.
It seems I missed Draw-A-Bird Day yesterday, so I’ve included them in my NaPoWriMo Day 9 post. The prompt was to relate something both large and small, and seeds and trees immediately came to mind. And so, also, birds.
The poem is sort of a ghazal. In the spirit of, anyway.