Original work · Colin Porter
The Seed Poem
Written during illness.
Before the first line of code.
Before the first line of code.
In the deep soil, there was a single seed.
It waited.
It didn’t know when the rain would come.
It didn’t know when the sun would shine.
Still, it trusted.
It listened to the ground.
It listened to the sky.
When the first drops came, it didn’t rush.
It opened slowly, carefully, lovingly.
One root.
One stem.
One breath of green.
The seed didn’t demand greatness.
It simply became what it was meant to be.
A beginning.