Miracles

A Poem by Shubham's View

Miracles
Under the coarse heat of summer
A small cotton seed found its way
Fluttering softly through the banter
Feeling the chivalry of the day.

It flew, it flew, high above
Among helium balloons, red and blue
The occasional plastic bag did shove
But yonder flew it through.

It saw the sand and coconut groves
Across the boats and green seas
Thundering waves crashed against the troves
A cackle of children rose among the trees.

A myriad of coccoons turned into butterflies
Meanwhile, the seed hovered about,
Far away a lone bird cried
In it's preceptions, remained no doubt.

It was the clutch of luck indeed,
Our seed chanced across a herd
The jovial child, the mother did feed.
Nearby, a furry cat stretched and purred.

Next morning it saw, a hunter's dog
So swift, so loyal, seeking
It bounced so brave into the fog
Unwavered by deaths of fellowbeings.

Now that it had seen the world,
It decided, MIRACLES ARE FOR REAL!
With ambitions, of a wise tree, old.
It plopped inside the loamy soil!

- Shubham Chattopadhyay