A seed

on

if I shout at the top of the mountain
or weep at the bottom of the sea
if I bear my teeth
or sink in retreat
the globe still does its rounds

and i had a dream so big and bright
it burned the eyes of many a scorn full man
I had a dream so big and bright
it blinded me from any other path

and I thought if I fought like Spartans of old
if i refused to bow from the blows
if i forsake the possibility of braking from the burden
I could make anything come true

but if no ground is given for a seed to grow

there is nothing a seed can do

and if the rain dose not fall and the wind does not blow

there’s nothing a seed can do

and i’ll beat the ground and beg for rain
and i’ll roar at the wind to grow

but only scorn full men owned the fields

so the dream could never grow

 

CJ . Beamish

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