Words of the Wind (secrets)

Meadows,
Green of dew,
And brown of decay.
Some grasses tall,
And some at bay.

As the wind blows,
Some grasses recoil,--
Others fade...

Seed is spread through the open air.
Surpassing trees...
Surpassing life...
With hopes to someday surcome the darkness of light.

The seed will soon find an open hole.
Flesh of the Earth bent thorough,
The seed begins to burrow.
Destin to subside and die...
Or spread its roots,
Soon to grow,--
Flourish,
Then hollow.