Sprout Of Life

In a pot of dirt, I plant a seed,

A tiny life, a simple need.

I give it sun and water too,

And wonder what it will go through.

Buried deep in darkness' hold,

It waits to sprout, to be so bold,

To break the shell, to reach the light,

To grow and flourish, take flight.

Each day I watch, I tend, I care,

And as I do, I start to share

In the miracle of life that's new,

In the growth that's happening, all anew.

I see the stem, so thin and frail,

The first true leaves, like a sail,

It takes my breath away to see,

This life that's growing, wild and free.

And then it blooms, a sight so rare,

A burst of color, beyond compare,

I feel my heart expand with pride,

To see this life, that I helped guide.

But what if it fails, what then?

What if it never sees the light again?

I'll mourn its loss, I'll feel the pain,

But then I'll try again, and again.

And what if I forget to tend,

To water it, to be its friend?

I'll find a pot of dust, it's true,

A life that's gone, before it grew.

So I'll tend my seed, with love and care,

And hope that it will grow, and share

In the wonder of life, so pure and true,

In the growth that's happening, all anew.