One Small Rock
One small rock holds the key to life,
in the rock is a very humble, little crack.
Yes the crack is tiny, but no matter,
for it was cut with wisdoms knife.
The life it holds is one small seed,
but without water in cannot grow.
The lone rock lies where it will not rain,
it begs for just one drop, that's all it will need.
The thirsty seed lies within the rock for days,
and not one drop of rain will fall.
But one day on comes a rabbit,
who stops by the rock to grase.
The rabbit see's the dying seed,
she starts to cry not knowing why it can't grow.
But as she cries a tear falls from her face,
just one tiny bead.
The seed grows into a brilliant flower of red,
but alas, on rolls summer, then winter.
and with the freezing cold,
the flower shrivels up, and now it is dead.
8/17/09
Copyright © Ross Greenlee | Year Posted 2009
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