No Signs of Life

It gave no signs of being alive,
so it was placed in the ground.
Away from the clutches of decay,
the bugs, the light and sound.

In the claustrophobic darkness it lay,
complete and alone.
Unable to think or remember,
as lifeless as a stone.

The winds of time continued to blow
as the days passed on by.
The sky gave all it possibly could
to help the undead survive.

In the rich soil, eyes' began to open,
the undead at long last stirred.
Purpose and energy were in abundance,
but silence was still observed.

The undead had found new life
and now sought out the light.
The seed had produced a flower,
what a stunningly beautiful sight! !

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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