Tales of Two Seeds

I will enter deep down to grow And my root in the soil bow My stem I spread within the loamy reach So my boughy trunk shall in depth breach Then I’ll let out my branchy foliage On it I’ll display my flowers in cleavage So my offsprings be born bountifully To serve mankind generously My foliage for man’s cover And my branches for birds’ full shelter SO SAID THE MUSTARD SEED I shall not take a fool’s risk Rather, my smooth body about I’ll frisk I will not dare darkness of the deep For my eyes, uncertainties to peep If roused, my roots will be broken And my stem on spread-spree will be smoken Neither shall my body be scorched by the sun Nor unstable seasons my life run For I cannot watch my offshoots as spare food And my branches too great to house little brood SO BOASTED THE NUT SEED. And so resoluted the two in unison resolve There and then, they’re destined as Each granted as wished and willed Both prospered as prospected The mustard in manifold manifested The nut natured as nurtured Time became their fortune-teller Then one day a squirrel scratched up The naughty nut from its niche And made it a relish of morning meal