The Exchange

Amid the silence and regret
is a seed of green
latent, waiting
to shoot at the right time
to begin a life
of growing.

You are a giving thing -
strange companion -
you threw me this chill earth
I grew in
knowing blight, hail, snow

yet still I grew
as you bade me
ragged-leaved and all.
I know
you looked at all my plight

and found it good.
Then you gave me back the seed
I had never been
and bade me start again
but this time
with the sun.
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