Seed.
Its been
planted.
Deep
down
the roots
spread.
Base
building
then
reaching.
Reaching
for the
cloud.
Subtly
spreading
here to
there.
Bending
minds.
Wrapping
ensnarling,
altering
thoughts,
perception.
Enfolding,
inhabiting
souls.
In the
end,
something
different
arrives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice vision. Take the purest impulse of growth, put it in a tidy package, and release it to the future. Nature wouldn't have come this far without them.
Thank you kindly for reading my work.