Seeds that none see

Given,
the seeds that i said so
when what they saw was the tree,
unbidden they grow,
and with a crunchy bite
my eye
the apple
is half left.

Spit kernel
into shade,
a leafy half-light
for a lucky fall into good earth,
so little water in a cloudless sky,
gathering dew on an epic branch
for another fall
to the same spot.

Shoots
surrounded by gigantic roots,
holding its world
in place,
a blind reach
sees the sun.

Growth,
morning of sharp blade and shone gems,
breathing in
the pageantry of the airborne,
seeing
less moulded certainty,
a busy year
for an increase
of perhaps
what none may see.