Cry of a seed

The seed thought ..
I am in the ground for a while now,
Broken, almost dead, ready for rebirth...
But why is that I am not sprouting?
Is there no more life left in me.?

The seed asked the earth.
Why is that I am not sprouting?
Are you not fertile enough?
The earth said with a frown..
" I am fertile and tilled on severely
But need moisture for me to bear you..

Come lets call to the thickened clouds...
Why are they not showering rain?
This longing is weary and we are barren
They called and there appeared a white one
He seemed to glee, at the cry of the seed

The cloud replied..there are thickened ones...
black and full of rain, ready to burst.
but the wind is not spreading his wings
to carry us and give your land the bliss

So they seed asked the gusty air...
Won't you bring the showery clouds
To make the land fruitful and wet?
The wind hurled and grumbled;
It is the Master who decides my way,
Call upon him..He draws yours and my path...