A tiny seed was blown away,
Breeze gently guided the seed.
Landed on barren land in bleed,
A tiny seed was blown away.
Breeze gently guided the seed.
Putting the seed on a barren land,
Scorching heat in the desert sand,
Breeze gently guided the seed.
Putting the seed on a barren land,
Rain came, allowing life to sprout
Leaves grew, bathed in sunshine of spout,
Putting the seed on a barren land.
Rain came, allowing life to sprout.
Years passed, the tiny seed became a tree.
Had flowers and fruits, life was glee and free.
Rain came, allowing life to sprout.
Years passed, the tiny seed became a tree.
Bore fruits, new seeds were born.
It is the hope of the smiling morn.
Years passed, the tiny seed became a tree.
Bore fruits, new seeds were born.
A tiny seed was blown away.
To find its life in a new way.
Bore fruits, new seeds were born.
A tiny seed was blown away,
Breeze gently guided the seed.
Landed on barren land in bleed,
A tiny seed was blown away.
©Jeffrey Cejero
9/19/21
2:30 pm
(Catena Rondo)
