Seeds of Life

I'm a seed, like any other seed, And the time came for me to be sown. The farmer took me to his field, For me to make the soil my home. I was not the only seed, There was others just like I. We all landed on different grounds, Some better than others on which to lie. Brothers of mine fell on the path, Wasn't too safe to live on. Down came the birds of wrath, My brothers were ate and gone./ Sisters fell on the rocky ground, Where there was little soil. They sprouted then they dried up, And wasted the farmer's toil. Friends of mine were sent to the thorns, My friends they pricked and poked. No offspring to them were born, The thorns did not relinquish their choke. As for me, I fell on good turf, I've grown, reched toward the sky. To my God I've proved my worth, The farmer's pleased with I.