Cracked,
spent seed,
delinquent potential
fallen to decay,
a future of roots
dismissed by errant dispatch.
Growth is promise.
Everything begins
with the blessings of blue sky
and radiant hope,
youth dissolving
into distant wishes
for rich soil,
fertile grip,
tenacious attraction
and the destiny of transformation
into something greater.
Evolution is a winner’s game,
the plummet a test
of the fallen’s merits.
So many birthed,
so few allowed resolution.