Seeds

 

What marvels are tiny seeds

holding life itself inside each pod

 

so small and insignificant

so dull and drab

yet from seeds

springs the miracle of life

our very existence

depends on seeds

 

seeds sprout corn and rice

and plants of every imaginable kind

seeds provide us work and wealth

seeds paint us green

our earth wreathed in lushness

blessed with food and flower

 

in the scheme of the universe

only we have seeds

we grow ourselves to the future

we plant ideas as seeds

 

without seeds,where would we be

there would be no life, no scenery

existence rests on such as these

small miracles called simply, Seeds.

 

 

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Comments

poemagraphic

Fri 28th Dec 2018 19:48

Words like seeds broadcast D

What a debate could ensue here

Thought provoking as your words take root old friend.

Po

d.knape

Fri 28th Dec 2018 14:28

Plant a thought
Grow a poem.

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