Voice of the Forest I

I lie in the deep loam of the forest floor.
Closely cradled, I abide in the void.
I rouse to a rhythm of footfall above,
Gentle murmur of women's voices,
And bright tinkling of shared laughter.
I am a seed of ancient redwoods.
Do you call me now to be born?

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