The Seed

© 2010, Joan Burch

Long ago and far away a seed was sown.

Now that seed is grown – today.

Its' species revealed. Its' color it wields.

No longer unknown. The seed is its' own.

A stem sprung forth, without support. Branched out its' hands.

Unto the land and to touch the sky.


Through wind and rain. Through night and day.

The seed saw the ray. The stem grew its' way.

And so the seed, a source of life,

If scattered down,

on fertile ground, will grow again.

[Bridge] Repeat Verse 1.