A Mustard Seed

a Mustard Seed I want to be like a mustard seed Not a mustard seed But what it grows up to be I want to be the smallest That grows up to the be the biggest The one no one sees Until I sprout my leaves I want to be a mustard seed Not the seed But what it grows up to be I can only hope I am not thrown into vines With spiky thorned lines I can only hope my leaves don’t get mistaken for weeds When people see me, I want them to remember I was just like them, just a couple of seeds. But I broke away to become something less gray When they see my yellow leaves I want them to inspired by us trees But when in need I want them to remember I was once just A mustard seed.