The Endless Seed

A new seed is sown and begins to grow And through metamorphous starts to know ‘Twill be many shapes and forms to see Before what that seed will turn to be An’ through the journey hard and long ‘Twill be days of sorrow – days of song Many things this seed will see Before reaching its’ maturity. And then, as maturity gives way to age The seed will have nearly crossed the stage On which it played within Life’s Play And on the other side, end its’ Day. Then … A new seed is sown and begins to grow …