benaiah

Buried under the surface
a seed filled with life
unmoving and uninspired
it sleeps throughout seasons

Neither rain nor sun
seem to stir its powers
protected from the wind
and untouched by snow

Around it the world
is shining bright green
a tranquil aura of peace
framing the suns' rays

But when a spark of flame
set off an raging inferno
drowning the world in a glow
heedlessly across the land

During chaos and cacaphony
when defeat and demise reign
branded by the merciless fire
the resting seed spring to life