A seed falls into a crack of a stone,
forgotten by the wind that carried it.
No one watches as it bends toward light,
no hands guide its fragile ascent.

The sky shifts without warning,
a river changes course overnight,
a voice once steady fractures into silence.

Plans scatter like ashes in a storm,
the map folds itself into a shape no one can read.

We build walls expecting safety,
we draw lines expecting truth,
yet it is the wild,
the broken,
the unseen hand
that decides where we go.

And somewhere beyond the last known path,
something nameless waits--
not good,not bad,
only new.