The Seed

The seed is tiny, plain, and helpless too So easily upon our mind forgot If e'er you have but nothing much to do Amaze yourself and plant one in a plot Kind dirt can hold and mold with gentle hands Lush leaves soon sprout and then- firm stem, red flow'rs Soft rains will spread the roots beneath our lands Above the ground the sun will lend its pow'r Blest birds will sing inside this place of nest Its shade, all weary trav'lers- in pursuit When lovers carve the tree, their love it tests And hungry men refresh and eat sweet fruit How grand and great a seed becomes in time The small does rise and to the top shall climb