Within the earth I weepAnd silence fills the deep. I cannot see the skyOr smiles passingby. I ache to simply Move, And come nearerTo you. But in this cage I stay,Tired of the Same. I remember TreesThe rustling of the Leaves. I rememberWater--When I was Summer’s daughter. Now I hear your Voice,Saying there isA choice:To stay within my earth, Or rise up from The dirt. I didn’t understandWhen you removed Your hand,That you had buried meBecause I amA seed. image via canva