The Seed
The farmer took a seed so smooth and small and round,
And gave it one last kiss before he dropped it in the ground.
The seed began to whimper; its feeling were quite hurt!
He wonders what he did so bad that landed him in dirt.
The days wore on so slowly and more lonely he became,
Until one day, to his delight, he chanced upon some grain.
I wish my future could be like theirs- to be a stalk of wheat,
But deep down the seed knew that this was no easy feat.
Time just wore on endlessly; his days were oh, so plain,
While the seed just sat and waited for himself to grain.
One day he felt a pelting of droplets on his back,
The young seed was so scared; he thought that he would crack.
This evil ran, he thought out loud, and brushed away a tear,
Where is the farmer who put me here? Why does he not care?
The farmer heard the cries, yet continued on his way,
He chuckled softly to himself at the seeds naivete,
If all his dreams are pinned this hope to become grain,
He's going to have to learn to suffer through some rain.
Sometimes we act just like a seed, with hopes to become great,
Yet by sitting softly in the mud, nothing will formulate.
When troubles overcome us and the rain comes to and fro,
We know each test and trouble that we face is helping us to grow.
Copyright © Sara Gold | Year Posted 2016
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