Ode to a Seed Packet
O you small and unassuming
rectangle of potential.
Within your depths, a promise.
Each seed ebonite,
oblong,
inscrutable,
contains worlds upon worlds.
My mind's eye reels
at the bounty to be.
O traitor trapezius!
Who dwarfs all dreams
and lays to rest ambition.
My lofty goals rent
by your capricious frailty.
"Be still." says the seed,
"Do not despair.
For soil and leaf litter are all I require.
No need have you for tillage.
Leave me the life web of undisturbed soil."
O sweet seeds,
There's seriously like a million of you!
I need a bigger yard!
O you small and unassuming
rectangle of potential.
Within your depths, a promise.
Each seed ebonite,
oblong,
inscrutable,
contains worlds upon worlds.
My mind's eye reels
at the bounty to be.
O traitor trapezius!
Who dwarfs all dreams
and lays to rest ambition.
My lofty goals rent
by your capricious frailty.
"Be still." says the seed,
"Do not despair.
For soil and leaf litter are all I require.
No need have you for tillage.
Leave me the life web of undisturbed soil."
O sweet seeds,
There's seriously like a million of you!
I need a bigger yard!