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"
15 comments:
A tiny - yet enormous - miracle, every time a seed germinates, isnt it, Vandana?
It's amazing how strong a seed it... this poem is lovely Vandana xox
Sensitive words....thanks for sharing!
Indeed... and imagine this power resides in every little seed but only a few makes it.
As we enter winter, you make me yearn for spring with this super poem. Thank you.
Back for another read. Very lovely, Vandana.
So much begins with just a tiny seed!
This makes me think of a baby and the importance of how its nurtured as it "unfolds". Beautiful write.
I have always wondered and thought about the power of the tiny seed.....and you have written a magnificent poem beautifully detailing that magic...
'The power of seed,
now,
this tree holds.
A story of faith,
the tiny seed unfolds.'
This is lovely - spiritual and life affirming.
Some lovely nature based thoughts here. Thank you for sharing
"A story of faith," indeed! So beautifully put Vandana. Love the rhythm and rhyme too.
Yes the miracle of a life force and no one can explain it....Food for thought !
Love the last line Very strong and clever as you need faith that the seed becomes a tree Beautiful poem
Beautifully eloquent write 💞
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