Tender leaves

looking out of the window that day
I threw some seeds on the ground below
there is plenty of water around to make them sprout
moisture in air is perfect for it to grow
all I need to do is to keep a watchful eye
from prying eyes and from too much heat
from cold wind coming from the mountain side
from sand storms not far from here
from jealous stares of thorny cactus
from hungry stalkers that abound here
from snowy mornings that might turn into ice
from the sickle of anger that acts thoughtlessly
my seeds are precious than any crops cultivated afore
I need to keep these alive for our survival
for the ground below my window falls in no man’s land.