Seeds
What marvels are tiny seeds
holding life itself inside each pod
so small and insignificant
so dull and drab
yet from seeds
springs the miracle of life
our very existence
depends on seeds
seeds sprout corn and rice
and plants of every imaginable kind
seeds provide us work and wealth
seeds paint us green
our earth wreathed in lushness
blessed with food and flower
in the scheme of the universe
only we have seeds
we grow ourselves to the future
we plant ideas as seeds
without seeds,where would we be
there would be no life, no scenery
existence rests on such as these
small miracles called simply, Seeds.
d.knape
Fri 28th Dec 2018 14:28
Plant a thought
Grow a poem.