Joan Burch - The Seed

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.

[Bridge]

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.