The Seed



Still and cold, small little seed.

Lost among a field of reeds,

Under the earth, where no one sees.

Under the earth, where no one sees,

The seed grows roots under the trees

In the forest wide.

One small seed in some far land

Breaks open, reaching out a hand.

And starts to grow.

Reaching upward in a place down low.

Seed peeks out, reaching out its leaf,

Feels the sunlight warm and sweet,

To give it strength.

Keep on, little plant, and you’ll soon grow,

Through the seasons, rain and snow.

Soon you’ll be the tallest tree,

Up where everyone can see.

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