(Semilla is seed in Spanish)
Pregnant with possibility, forests
imprinted in every
pigment of chlorophyll, embed
your desire in the ground, water
daily with struggle, prune
the edges that pull
your stem away
from the sun.
Choose your sunlight
carefully, Chaos can finds
its way, protruding out
for a peek every
so often, weed
it out before it
spreads too far.
You will know my love
when you become a field,
and grow tall for shelter
when the sun burns too hot
Don’t fear the storm, her
gusts will strengthen you,
remind you to be flexible,
in all that you do.
Life and destruction are nestled in your womb.
Decide which you will feed.
Soul on Fire 