Three seeds embedded in soil or
womb will grow to the seed’s
promise and as nourished
in their place of planting.
One inches slowly above soil,
reaching toward a distant sun
to become a flowered thing of
poignant beauty but entrapped
for its life in place of planting.
Another seed mates with egg
to grow huge in the warmth of womb.
Expelled into the world,
already staggering on uncertain legs.
the foal will grow to great height but
the nourished seed has cast its lot
to plod before plow
or to race with mane and tail
flying in the wind.
The third comes forth from the harbor of womb
a fragile thing, knowing only to suckle
from presented breast,
unable to move itself from
sheltering arms to crib or cradle.
But it has come armed with
the latent power of Thought and Choice
Those gifts allow it become
one to merely occupy space
or to excel as a giant on the earth.