The little seeds that were planted <br />within our childhood spring <br />make us what we are today <br />and sometimes make our words sing. <br />The little seeds that germinated <br />as years passed and we grew <br />while in our youth they budded <br />before our experiences made them flower. <br />The little seeds of our childhood spring <br />that blossomed in our adult summer <br />to radiate even more brightly <br />in our autumn years.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-seeds/
