The Seed

The wind carried the seed Into the air to who knows where Across the weeds, floated the seed Until to rest on the earth, which laid bare. And then cried the seed upon the rise Someday I, I will be a tree, Liken my brothers, who will be like me And I will grow to touch the sky. The seed again journeyed upon the wind Over the grass and wooded paths Above the trees, cousins to him Past the flowers who were his friends. While he dreamed someday; he too would have many limbs. The seed finally lighted upon the ground From where he chose, so his mighty roots would grow God will water me and give me light, he cried He will also destroy my enemies and help me rise, But then arrived a bird, who ate the seed. Randy L. McClave