Birth

He had been waiting for long,
Since that fall down the crack.
Dark, dry, alone…
With no reason to go on.

She came down slowly,
slipped down through the gap.
Met him, waiting…
And decided to stay!

They met,
They mated.
The tiny shoot sprung up and saw the sky
The same crack…?

© mar:ter

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