The Seed

Colors of autumn, death’s in bloom.

Return to the earth, the seeds final tomb,

nourishing yet another season.

We’re all guests of earth for this reason.

 

And thus the surety of life;

prosperity, mediocrity or strife.

All to return to where once came,

regardless of misfortune or fame.

 

For life is but a lesson -

  throughout our mortal existence.

A test of our bodies -

  minds and hearts persistence.

 

We’re all creatures of the same seed.

Return to the earth, our souls freed.

So let us not perceive death an end -

  simply a new life to transcend.

 

For death is the exploration

  of dimensions unknown.

Thus is the destiny of the seed - Grown.

 

Sck2014

Reviews

[Lover of loveliness]

Thankyou , I enjoyed your poem . I always struggle with autumn , loving all the colours of nature but hating the fact that it's all dying off. Your poem reminds us and celebrates that to die is to be born again to new life .. Such a promise for us all.

[Lola_Bee]

Wow, this is beautiful. it flows so well and kept me captivated, definitely one of my favorites