The Seed

THE SEED There is the seed That must be planted There is the soil A refuge, a home A nurturer a guide A provider of tools And with proper nurturing The seed grows roots by imbedding in the soil With proper maintenance A plant grows, a flower blooms The leaves fall off the plant Yet the plant continues to thrive When the right time comes After a season or two It blooms again And like that seed We are grounded The tools are provided for us Which lead us to formation of a foundation from which we grow We plant our roots into our faith And we grow, we bloom, we thrive Our roots are our destiny We are obligated to maintain them Linda Pickron 6-6-13