The Mustard Seed

Tiny! Chocolate grain! Medicine for the mind and heart! In nature's senses of flavours, doesn't this play a part? Didn't it look granule-like when you the Trinity sowed? It grew like your kingdom, sheltering the humble and proud. Calming the heartache, stilling the mind, strengthening the bones The shrub grown out of the mustard seed withstands all cyclones. Dead in summer! Rose in trains! Shy in the shades of winter! Though its leaves fall in the fall, who could its spring-growth hinder? Doesn’t the mustard bear the wrath of the shines and showers? Till seedness is stilled as a seed, fate, like a fog, hovers. Is the metamorphosis monopoly of the flies? Into each of its thick and thin, it looks towards the skies. Who was an ignorant who couldn't understand the fact? What else, except the fact, here on this earth, remains in tact?