Self portrait

To a seed under a stone came life unsolicited,
A desperate path
Meandering in darkness past alien otherness.
Nobody saw its days in the earth, nor how it wove its grip.
When the light broke in it knew its way and went.
Untouched in the air to its true shape it grew
And offered its flower to life.
But the days quickly passed as the fruit fell and rotted
And the sap drained back in the roots.
So when it all comes to ripen, grab a basket my friend,
You’ll find that all of life’s goodies
Are “Best Before End.”