The Seed

May 5, 2012
By Anonymous

Starting as a meek, precious little seed
It seems unimportant with no future
But with some help and guidance it did need
To sprout into something so very pure
A small green leaf peeping through the ground
It saw the sun and thought it was so high
That no other seed would believe what it found
When a flower said soon you will touch the sky
And alas it did in no time at all
It began with a trunk then branches and leaves
To grow so tall that animals would call
To ask what was beyond, that the tree sees
That once trivial seed became the wise tree
That now helped and loved the new seedlings to be

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