and while certain lines may not be very clear, what strikes me is the phrase "human lives to creation are sold". From the looks of things, you're talking a great deal about slavery.

It's kind of a long shot for me to assume that, because it is only once mentioned in the poem. But still, it gives me some sense of cynicism, and a little hidden thought.

Taking a much more superficial look, you just charted the life of a seed, from birth to death, and rebirth. That theme, for me, sweeps so much and can be difficult to pin down. I find that the poem talks a bit about everything in life.

The few parts that threw me off follow:

"the greenery vast and outspread
is like an angelic beauty behold,"

I thought that should be "beheld". It made more sense to me that way.

"the seed transform from a minuscule
to a bigger one
as the chlorophyll turns from green to gold"

For the first part, I didn't see that bit coming; the seed growing larger. I take it that you describe the ripening of the seed. I'm just not sure. It's the same thing for the chlorophyll turning "from green to gold".

I got distracted a bit and tested the accuracy of it. Then I remembered I didn't do much Biology in high school. :(

The optimistic note at the end of the poem, did it for me. It was beautiful :)

Oh i wish this poem was like a life, and that a new kinder race of humans were born.Unfortunately in the west we are taught to be greedy from birth, and that to have lots of possessions is good. But i liked the feel of this poem, though i stumbled a little. Nice poem Regards Roscoe...

That the seed grew this time, there is a time coming that even the fish have encountered where they all become female..
Where then will the seed be sown or will they save some good seed now to rebuild humanity..
But to see what we do with this beautiful planet there comes a thought that the seed may fail there will be no winnowing as the chaff will no longer hold a seed..
Doctor help me have you any seed left that is true to my roots???
NO! young human we are barren as the planet you have tried to destroy or is it your change..
Let your species die, the planet will be a beautiful place once more, just plants and creatures that are of nature for nature, Yours, Papillion

second stanza, I’d lose ‘from a minuscule/ to a bigger one’

great write
love judy
xxx

only one thing i would like to suggest

'as the sun does beckon
to see
it transform to a bigger one
as the chlorophyll turns
from green to gold'

you have used the word 'transform' already - at the beginning of the poem, this second one stands out because of it - maybe another word
- i'd also suggest you lose 'to a bigger one'

maybe something like
'as the sun does beckon
to see
it metamorphoses
as the chlorophyll turns
from green to gold'

love judy xxx