A Seed No More

It all started with one magical seed

That was just the size of a bead

It was tiny and small

But would soon grow into something beautiful and tall

First grew the shoot and the leaves

That lay the foundation for the luscious and green trees

Water filled in a cupped hand

Drizzles onto the soil and earthy land

The transparent liquid nourishes the plant

However, it can’t

Replace the bright yellow sun’s rays

That empower the little tree everyday

Suddenly something colorful blooms out of an otherwise melancholy looking bud

It's hard to believe that something so beautiful grew out of the dark and dirty mud

Soon something bright and gay

Finds its way

Towards the flower and as it flutters around

It carefully sits down

And sucks on the flower’s juicy nectar

Soon this pollen collector

Will fly away to another tree

But now young children surround the tree

They are all about to loot

The trees mouth-watering fruit

But while heartily eating this sweet food

That will put all of them in a rather happy and content mood

Nobody will ever know the story of the seed

That has now grown into this beautiful tree