Symphony...

Dead   touches   life  !!! Inside the cold earthly chest did lie, A winged seed with half an open eye, He saw but dark and breathed too hard … Alone he was alive, all alone he sighed. He spoke to the leaves past buried and dead, To the flowers withered and the shed. They told him their tales of life and death … Like to a baby cozy in the bed. The trodden wailed at the solitary being, Fearing his future would be as theirs had been? Whether he would survive or be one like them? … Whether he would grow up out or mere lie therein? The dead then wept, all night long… And the little seed rested, listening their song! Their tears gushed  to nourish the slept , With two sprouted arms, he woke next dawn. He giggled and wriggled for next few days, And the dead touched life in several ways, The earth then opened … And the tender entered an all new space! He lifted and lifted and rose and rose , Like heeding to some sorcer