Seeds and humans are alike in that they both have a potential for growth.
When I was a seed,
I had not want nor need.
Burrowed in the deep dark earth,
Slowly biding my time till my birth.
When I was a sapling,
With the soil itself grappling,
While in the breeze I did sway,
I grew taller day by day.
When I was a mighty oak,
Covered in a tough bark cloak,
I was towering and proud,
My dream to reach a distant cloud.
And now I am but a snag,
A lifeless husk caught in a crag,
My body to the earth it shall go,
Giving my life to a new seed to grow…
Soon I shall be no more than debris,
But, I have rather liked being a tree,
So, If there is a chance to start over,
I would love to be a lucky little clover!
Thank you for listening.