Aroura seed

 The long day gone, wonders come as night descends
as warmth will fertilise each lying dormant seed
the life beyond that we struggle to just comprehend
of natures gift, the spring that we should not impede
 
It lies in colours beyond the horizon's curvature
Holding sure the lure, the germination to succeed
slow grace to be the composer of its only overture
 nurture as it lies undisturbed, cosseted with rain and heat
 
Safe snuggled in its womb, now will come the test!
from just that tiny footprint, to establish just a sprout  
venture forth, how immature and never seek to rest
but the cruel and hateful word awaits, without, a doubt
 
Those seeds we hold, is ours to cast on fertile  ground  
to spread on burned and arid plains  
or swamped by brackish sea, to see it drown
 see it rise, to greet the hues the sun ordained  
 
As the phenomenon and its precociousness defies
now hear the ever ticking clock
the germ, as it remains unheeded by our troubled lives
 how soon impending catastrophe? we committed on our watch