See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, <br />And through the Winter neglected lay, <br />Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown, <br />With tiny root taking hold on the clay <br />As, lifting and strengthening day by day, <br />It pushes red branchless, sprouts new leaves, <br />And cell after cell the Power in it weaves <br />Out of the storehouse of soil and clime, <br />To fashion a Tree in due course of time; <br />Tree with rough bark and boughs' expansion, <br />Where the Crow can build his mansion, <br />Or a Man, in some new May, <br />Lie under whispering leaves and say, <br />"Are the ills of one's life so very bad <br />When a Green Tree makes me deliciously glad?" <br />As I do now. But where shall I be <br />When this little Seed is a tall green Tree?<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-seed/
