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
Copyright © Linda Pickron | Year Posted 2014
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