This Seed

This Seed

This seed
dropped
onto any soil

without sun
rain

won’t’ produce;
its’ lifeforce spoiled.

Yet, with sun
rain

even under attack
from birds hungry,
booted feet,

wheels rolling,

debris falling
almost smashing its’ head

of being uprooted

replanted
elsewhere

instead

given protection
guidance
love

in time
its’ endurance

will permit its’ growth
into glorious.

In other’s sight
to their appreciative
senses:

A rose sweet.
Under universal noses.

Complete.


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