seeds

it's not until the flower is bending in your hand that you realize
how fragile life is.
it's not until the stem snaps
and the leaves fall to the ground.
not until it wilts, and browns and crumbles,
that you actually can tell...
how easily it's broken.

but what you didn't think of...
was that the flower carries seeds.
seeds of hope.
seeds of pain.
seeds of light.
seeds of darkness.

what you didn't realize is that those seeds die too.
they waft off in the wind to grow elsewhere.
or they crumble.

seeds of life.
seeds of death.
seeds of nothing.
seeds of everything else.

now you sit.
alone and empty.
with death in your hands.

yet life still keeps going.
seeds are planted.
flowers bloom.
the sun rises and sets.

so fragile.
yet so signifigant.
one flower,
one stem,
enough seeds to change your life...