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