SEED OF LIFE

THE SEED OF LIFE

I am a seed in the ground,

I am surrounded by soil and make no sound,

Being gently nurtured by the earth,

This is the start of my new birth,

In this soil I did not see,

That from this soil I’d be a tree,

Soaking in what I can for my growth,

I want to be a tree but I can’t be both,

Learning what I have from this poem,

I have learned that my heart is the seed of home,

Learning to rush is a mistake,

As slow as a snail is the journey I’ll take,

Understanding life and what it can be,

Is something I will hold precious to me,

This is the start of my new journey poem,

That I will finish when I reach home.

RAPHAEL MOONEY