The seed contains the tree, the tree, the seeds-
And standing in the middle, there are these:
Beginnings grown from endings, Life from Death-
Continuing the Circle in its breadth.
Why interfere with such successful plans?
They’ve lasted longer than any of Man’s,
And laissez faire has worked a million years
Far better than our own that end in tears.
Not interference, no, but honoring
The force of Life returning every Spring,
A gentle touch and then the standing back
To watch the natural magic that we lack.
From seed to plant, from plant to broad, strong tree,
We, too, grow in this looped infinity.