The Seed
A friend had to speak at his niece's funeral and didn't have much to say, so I was asked to write a poem he could read.
The wind flows softly over a seed
A token of things to come
A gentle drop falls to ease the way
A miracle begins, say some
The sun brings a bright new day
A tender young sprout bursts out
To bask in the glory of light
and find out what life's all about
Excited, the sapling grows on,
bravely seeking the sky up above
With valiant heart yearning within,
and nourished with caring and love
Wind blows through young, supple branches
For now the growing has slowed
Exploring the world all around it,
enjoying the life that it holds
Then on again, racing for greatness
Each leaf seeking treasures to keep
It must have all life has to offer
There isn't a moment to sleep
Wind blows through branches now hardened
The grown tree gives shade far below
A bird makes its home in its safety
The warm wood gives off a sweet glow
A great storm arises in fury
The tree battles long, standing tall
With the strength of its life it resists,
but at last, the old tree has to fall
The fallen tree lies uprooted
No longer the sun does it need
But below it is left its treasure,
As the soft wind blows over its seed
� Copyright 2000 Travis B. Roper, all rights reserved
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