The Seed
There it is-there is the seed
Which reminds me of my story.
Once, I had a Flower
And it bloomed so beautiful-
Til' one day bitter cold arrived
To kill the Flower:
But lo, a seed remained.
It lay dormant-awaiting.
Soon came warmth again,
And the seed began to grow.
I watched it grow once more-
And for six seasons.
Then one day I lost it-
Trampled beneath angry feet,
The Flower could not leave a seed.
Winter is bad enough, I think;
But with no seed-
Spring is even worse.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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