Murky water housing a seed Alone without structure, without foundation. It’s Charles Darwin’s theory Only selected survive, yet Even those birthed in darkness Beautiful. Floating toward the glistening heavens, Out of instinct to survive. ——————————————————————- Swaying with the water in abyss Reaching, reaching, reaching, rapidly rising. Lukewarm atmosphere and newfound happiness Blooming misty pieces of pearlescent petals Caressing the brim of dark waters And for the first time Clandestine… breathe. –Nayla Carrasco