Seeds Poem by Martin Webb

Seeds



I hear
the wind
through the leaves

It brings me
other places

To music from
another universe

I see the faces
in the leaves,
people from dreams and memories

They all beckon me,
Calling me
to the final freedom

I can not answer-
being only a seed.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature,philosophy,spirituality
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