Dark bloom

A drop,

another,

and then a million,

as the rains come crashing down

on dry hopeless soil

It tumbles in contact,

breaking the surface,

Seeps in and lodges

in between life and breathless air.

A seed from a tree,

a fruit or nut,

sitting on the surface,

by chance? I think not,

call it fate, say it was meant to be,

destiny has weaved another thread.

A bond is formed,

a sweet romance

and seed became one with drops of rain,

lifeless air their chaperone.

Life is born from chance,

as the seed cracks open,

oh the pain, but without the growth cannot be,

from chance a life is born,

sprouting from the surface,

How will destiny decide?

Is life stepped on?

Is life plucked and eaten by the beasts?

Or does it bloom from nothing but lifeless sand drops and chance?

A meeting of fates wheel,

Published by inkhearthub