The Seed and the Desert

a seed


A seed,
blown away by an unsuspecting wind,
finds its way
to the desert

The Desert
–unaware of itself–
shelters the Seed

The Seed is desperate
And angry at the Desert
–And at itself–

“I am an outsider here”, the Seed thinks
“I am hungry and thirsty”
“I am drying out, dying out”

The Desert had been there for thousands of years.
And following the destiny of deserts,
It waits, unperturbed.
It knows that magic can come
–in a single drop of rain–

That night, after a long scorching day,
Rain fell on the desert.


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