Without warning,
a story,
colorful and fragrant,
scrambles toward the
clarity of the sun.

The story, merely
a seed planted from
memories of moments
buried deep in
the obscurity of time,
suddenly pushes upward –
fertilized and nourished
from the warmness of the present.

A story easily
develops from roots
maturing sturdy and secure
in their rebirth
from the forgotten seed.