growing up

Once there was a Seed


Usually the old oak whispered well,
but this time he clearly said he had
a story to tell. “Once there was a seed.
It was a seed on a tree. It unlatched from
the firm grasp, from the tree at last.
It whirled, dancing with the wind.
It moved to the left, then to the
right, slightly up, then farther down,
spinning round and round and round,
down towards the ground.
When it finely touched a blade of grass
it was then it realized its monumental
task. This wee little seed was the beginning
of a tree, with its own bark and roots
and leaves. Boy what a full life it will lead.
Before it is time to start its climb, it must
start to grow way down low. It grows earthbound
and wraps around the rocks that are found. It
embraces the shape of a fine white lace. Once
the roots are firmly placed a stem pops up to
take the seeds place. It reaches high into the sky.
It grows by day and rests at night. It smiles into
the sun with delight and resting itself in
the moonlight. Days go by and it raises high
into the sky. Its growth is pleasant indeed.
So it finally burst forth with a leaf. It is then that
the wee little seed is no longer a seed. Then the
wee little seed, is a wee little tree. And it will
grow into one of me.”

original works
1/1/2008