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Click hereI found a seed
flowing through wind
and dared to make it mine
I planted it
in rich, soft dirt
and watched it grow in time
It coiled up
through blowing winds
and stretched out one green leaf
A bud in center
with soft petals melted
into red, gold, peach and green
Fully mature
I sat and watched
the flower I had sown
I saw it sway
against the wind
strong in the place it had grown
And then came the day
when it was time to weed
and I worked my fingers raw
There before me
was my flower
standing straight and tall
I peered down
and saw the petals
had spread throughout the ground
The other flowers
that had grown so beautifully
were now being choked and bound
I looked down at my careful study
and shook my head in disbelief
what I’d sheltered and watered and watched and cared for
had been nothing but a weed
In this ....i saw more than just a seed .... i see what we do in life....what we sow to and water and protect and nourish.......and what becomes of that.....we must choose the right things to nourish......thank you for this read.
in all seriousness, especially right from the very beginning. i enjoy how you work with the seed. to me it has a different flair from the norm. it makes one think to make sure to grow the right one. the last two lines staple the poem together. the end had a punch.....nicely done......don