Linda Pickron Poet Prose

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

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