Succulent mud squishing between my toes,
stirring dormant seeds in fertile ground
where plants can take hold.
Green shoots become flowers
that bloom in abundance in due season,
unmindful of their beginnings.

Earth is to vegetation
as parents are to their offspring,
preparing rich plots
on which the young can blossom
into adulthood, unaware of the roots
in the nourishing soil of their forebears.