Seed
Stunted growth, some seedlings need both sun and rain
The sun went
away, never returning again Seedlings into striplings
grown warped and
weak Striplings become plants, prospects bleak To bear fruit, to
spread its own seed Was a forecast none could have
believed
Until came a butterfly bold, beautiful, unique It cared
not that the
plant was weak It would land on plants upon whom others never settled
Taking a chance, willing to test their mettle It thought
that come
spring the weak plant could bloom Giving nourishment and shelter the
butterfly assumed
On came the weak plant to fulfil the butterfly’s trust
Grow stronger
and higher it knew it must For the butterfly was also
bereft Nothing
but the weak plant had it left They stood alone together
the plant
trying to grow The butterfly waited for changes to show
Time elapsed, spring came and went
The butterfly grew tired of all the time it had spent
The butterfly
had kissed the plant with pollen and strength The weak
plant hadn’t
bloomed, didn’t grown in length
The weak plants roots sunk deep in soil too fallow The
butterfly
couldn’t save one with potential so shallow Leave the
weak plant, the
butterfly knew it must Find a strong plant in whom it
knew it could
trust Alone the weak plant knew it would live Deep roots
in bad ground
life would give However weak forever it would remain
Hopes to grow
strong torn forever in twain
Copyright © Joseph Wade | Year Posted 2006
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