Treedom – Day 52 – Seed Pod

Found this seed pod in a park near my house. So I carved it…



A game of life encased

All fighting for treedom

One pessimistic seed doesn’t participate

As bark and flesh melt away

The others fly with the wind

Alone, the seed patiently awaits death

But nature is an ironic bastard

And death does not come

Typical, thinks the seed.


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