Precious CargoA Poem by GMHeftmany of my writings are what I call my mind's eye.. not a story, yet not a poem... they are just ventures to another momentWith wings gliding attempting to hold its course through the turbulent winds, it drops its prize it had clutched in its' beak. The small seed falls unbidden into the muddy soil soon buried as the storm grows. It lays there dormant waiting for what may be. The grass sprouts shrouding it protecting it as it shudders within. Feelers project out of its armor encasement. Seeking what the soil offers it willingly. Free of its encumberments a tiny tendril shoots skyward. Basking in the warmth of the morning sun small arms extend outward stretching. A single leaf unfurls like a butterfly's wings. More and more join it in a celebration of song. Stronger it becomes in size and thickness. The sun is its strength the moon its slumber. Rain caresses it the bees share it. The storm returns in earnest thunder and lightening across the sky. A flash and fire and what was strong is now weak. Coursing through top to bottom in a burning streak. As fire destroys a bird goes by carrying its precious cargo in the stormy sky.
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2012 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthorGMHeftAboutEllo, I am a rather eclectic writer, dabbing a bit in poetry, lyrics, short stories, and what I call mind's eye moments. more..Writing
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