Poem: Floating Seed
The seed of humanity was expelled from Nirvana.
It finds solace in a leaf, floating in the dark seas.
Swaying with the wind and the roaring waves,
it seeks shores and gardens, only to be rejected outright.
Closer it gets to a kingdom of hope,
farther it’s thrown to the depths of agony.
Tired and deprived, denied the right to live,
it looks up at the sky for some reason to hold on.
Moon, like a fairy, glimmering in the night sky,
its reflection shining on the unsteady sea waves,
directs the leaf to an unknown land,
an island in the middle of nowhere.
The last tree of humanity was axed and burnt.
Every kingdom now holds a handful of its ashes.
Yet, humanity today thrives in this unclaimed land,
awaiting to be named and blood-stained,
by mankind and their flags.
Author’s Notes:
© 2018. Lirio Marchito. All rights reserved.
An old poem. 
The poem “Floating Seed” was part of the anthology While I Breathe, I Hope, published by Erasil and Raindrops Publishers in 2018.
