A Seed
Filled with awe am I as I glance at a seed in my hand
Brown, miniscule, plain
Replete with abeyant ardor, its growth grand
Waiting for the right ethos to attain
Being thrust into the dark,deep down in the terrain
Knowing it has to work hard
Break open the dark brown coat, muffle in the rain
Soar,to reach Sol God’s shard
Silently it spreads it’s roots beneath the surface of the yard
Strengthening it’s hold in the soil
Uncoils it’s shoots,it’s leaves unfurl and boughs with flowers starred
As it’s flowers to fruit toil
Thoughts like the seeds buried deep down uncoil
Giving rise to action that sustain
Deeds incredible, amazing, marvelous hard to foil
Serving mankind again and again.
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