what profits the seed
who compulses
convulses
with urge to release
its pale essence
to shoot forth its
tender and tentative embryo
into the warm wormy soil
defying suggestions
of gravity reaches itself
up and up
breaking surface
to find greening rays of the sun
rays that carry tomorrows
from heaven to earth
what profits the seed
is fulfilment
the sense of met purpose
one focus
one moment
one job to be done
continuity realized
with deft execution
the broken shell
remnants of seedcoat
now satisfied
knowing it gave of its life
to the larger imperative
moving the spark of existence
from then to again