Week# 3

Prompt #2:  International Day of Forests (Villanelle) 

Title: World Sleeps 

 A world sleeps in a little seed,

 dreams of verdant earth and azure sky, 

and life calling, calling, a tree is freed. 

 Some fall to earth in a bead 

Some with wings will fly,

A world sleeps in a little seed.

First root, first leaf, take the lead 

now tiny with promises to grow high,

 and life calling, calling, a tree is freed. 

 Sapling to forest of trees from seeds, 

winters, springs, summers, falls pass by, 

A world sleeps in a little seed. 

 Year after year the forest proceeds, 

rooted, branching, sheltering through wet and dry, 

and life calling, calling, a tree is freed. 

Trees rooted in earth to sun proceed,

 give homes to multitudes bold and shy. 

A world sleeps in a little seed,and life calling, calling, a tree is freed.

Thank you for this poem Janequill28