The Seedling – a little poetry jam

I wrote this little poem in my head while I was quite literally sick. The universe delivered unto me the message that life is hard for all, animal, flora, and fauna. Even the flower has to break out of its confines to experience it. The visual gave me hope. And hope is everything.

By: JANA GREENE

The thing about hope that springs eternal

is that it requires a breaking-through,

a quantum jump from seedling

into something that’s brand new.

The seedling wouldn’t bother to grow

if it didn’t trust the sun.

It wouldn’t take on life itself

if it thought all hope was done.

A tree will push through concrete,

if the willingness is strong,

its roots will move heaven and earth

to keep life moving along.

I wonder if a flower cries

when it bonks its head in toil,

I wonder if it aches a bit

as it’s breaking through the soil.

If the DNA in a tiny seed

can spring forth hope and life,

if it can trust the sun to shine,

through darkness, toil and strife,

I guess then so can I

survive this breaking-through,

a quantum jump from seedling-me

into something that’s brand new.