Spring comes with its own air,
Filling the Earth with life and flair.
In my garden, a potted seed awaited its birth,
Just like many others, to adorn the Earth.
And soon enough, a little leaf, opened its eyes
What birth-giving magic in the soil hides?
Then came others, celebrating their birthday,
Aspiring in their minds, to become a big plant one day.
They had their meals and drank good water,
And grew into a plant, no longer shorter.
Then came a bud, and another,
The plant watched them bloom like a proud mother.
If ever, you’ve known beauty, the plant was much more than that,
Young and green, on nutritional soil it sat,
One day a bird came panting and sour,
The plant her to sit in her home, as she’d come from far.
They talked a little, first a bit shy,
Then no day passed when the bird didn’t stop by.
She built a little home in the pot,
For the plant and the bird liked each other a lot.
One day she came and sat for long,
Gave an egg and life along.
I saw the little wonder and thought it’ll die,
If I pour in water, it will never touch the sky.
The plant was brave, said she was fine
But she withered and aged, before her time.
Few leaves stopped breathing as the egg did thrive,
And the love for it kept the plant alive.
One day the egg, cracked up in life,
As though the plant had actually revived,
And as the home lit up by the baby’s sound,
The last leaf of the plant touched the ground.
© 2018 Anusha Gupta and The Poetic Trance.