My Poems in a Book

~Part 3~

"The Little Seed"

I am like a seed,

That wants to be a beautiful tree,

So I can make everyone smile,

And so I could be a home,

To all the animals in the wild,

And people sit under me,

Even during the summer.

That my branches,

Would be fruitful,

To satisfy their hunger,

And that my leaves,

Would be pretty,

Even during the cold of winter.

But the soil,

Keeps piling on me,

And buries me even deeper,

Away from the sun,

Away from the rain,

With no way to stop it from going further.

You may think this is how it ends,

But you don't know the truth,

I may be a little seed,

But I can become something else,

And that's what the soil didn't plan for.

My roots stretch far,

Pushing the soil away,

As I start stretching upwards,

Back to the sun and rain,

I have finally become a tree.

Remember this before messing with me,

Because I may seem small,

But I can become big and strong,

It just takes time for me to grow.