A seed fell, many years ago, <br />found fertile virgin ground. <br />Fed by the earth, began to grow, <br />life started without sound. <br />The sky provided for its thirst <br />rich soil embraced a tiny shoot. <br />A tree of beauty blossomed first <br />then branches hung with fruit. <br /> <br />This magic happened long ago <br /> before man’s breath took form. <br />In fury seeds of war he’d sow, <br />turn cold the hearts once warm. <br />But still the tiny seed remains <br />replacing trees that age and fall. <br />To watch us with a deep distain, <br />while standing strong and tall. <br /> <br />2007 Roan.<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-seed-2/
