The Tiny Seed

The tiny seed,

knows not of its power,

that sleeps within.

Fertile ground,

its nurturing sound,

a home the tiny seed has found.

Rainy love,

from skies above,

drenches the seed,

shaping its need.

Buds sprout,

happily spring out,

a labour of love.

Shoots gaze,

to the blue yonder with maze,

dreaming of it unfazed.

The tree rises,

step by step

up and up.

The power of seed,

now,

this tree holds.

A story of faith,

the tiny seed unfolds.

Published in "The Ashvamegh International Journal & Literary Magazine"

http://ashvamegh.net/2017-issues/xxxiii-october/poems/vandana-sharma/

Sprawling Autumn Ground

Sprawling autumn ground,

displays beauty, astound.

Its crystal clear ponds,
 teem with life,far and beyond,

fragrant floral blooms,

absorb life's gloom.

Ah! beautiful autumn,

gives a message so important,
to forget and forgive,
to live and let live.