Taking life and love for granted, <br />It's simply wrong and greatly slanted, <br />For there is beauty all around, <br />Look carefully and you'll see what you've found. <br /> <br />As Spring turns to Summer, <br />The green of the meadows burst, <br />Giving hope to every comer, <br />As the lost ones are nursed <br /> <br />By those who have found it, <br />Whatever it may be, that quells the need, <br />To cry, to die, to move on or to quit, <br />As summer vanishes, they plant a seed. <br /> <br />Autumn continues, the seed still young, <br />Little do you know, it will soon be yours, <br />From trees, leaves fall from where they hung, <br />Your heart opens as do the doors <br /> <br />For winter has arrived, and now you realise, <br />The duty they performed in early Spring, <br />Helped the dark cease, and the sun rise <br />In your heart, and lessen loves cruel sting. <br /> <br />But now that mentor you truly admired, <br />Is gone in figure but not in truth, <br />For it was they who really inspired, <br />The message they gave to you at youth. <br /> <br />Spring returns to its full height, <br />And with the knowledge of your mentor, <br />You pick a lost one and without a fight, <br />Plant a seed to reach their centre. <br /> <br />That is why you never question, <br />The beauty and love of your mentor, <br />For they will be gone, and by succession, <br />You must be their heart, their centre.<br /><br />Daniel Sims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nurturing-seed/
