Ripples of Growth 

Ripples of Growth 
by Drakovi Bloodrose 

A seed.
A pat.
A drop.
The earth—wet, cold, or warm?
Shh. Shh.
The quiet hum of roots.
Unseen.
Invisible.
But they stretch—always stretching.
Above, below—no, no one knows.
No sun yet,
but a whisper in the dark soil.
A dream begins.
Stretch,
reach—stretch, reach
Does it hear the sound of breath?
Or is it just the quiet hum,
the tickling of roots,
the soil sighing,
the patience of the wait.

Time,
space,
movement,
air.
Shh. Shh.
Stretching,
a leaf,
pushing.
A shadow on the ground.
The sky shifts,
unfolding.
What happens next?

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