The Seed

There once was a seed, with a very big need,
to adventure outside on her own. 
Her face did upturn, the caress was a burn,
for the wind, he did capture her soul.

The westerly wind dropped the seed gently down,
on a land placed with forests and trees. 
The beauty she found as she laid on the ground,
was undoubtedly precious indeed.

She saw lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
And beautiful seasons of change. 
But purchase she not that very nice spot;
It was far too harsh for her brain.  

The beauty was tainted by those that had mated,
their lust causing trust be denied. 
So picked up her skirts, and off she did flirt,
with the wind once again at her side.

He carried her off, crossed a sea that was lost,
to an ocean of lovely domain. 
The ground that she found as she wound her way down
would be the place she laid claim.

“How lovely,” she cried as she clung to the side
 of the wind that beckoned her on.
 “I shan’t leave this place,” as her body did shake
 to be planted for this was her Home.

“On these holy grounds in which I have found
my purchase, my private delight,
I plant myself here with my notions made clear
to bring love and respect and insight.”

So settle did she, at the place by the sea
and grew she did every day.
Her flower was formed by the seed that was born
from a place long ago far away.

The bees they did come buzzing under the sun
for her fragrance was Heaven’s own scent.
The petals she wore as they flew to her more
were as soft as the dewdrop’s first kiss.

And flocked by their need they did bury the seed
breaking contact with her and the sun.
Her petals did wilt, her fragrance did stilt
and her head drooped down like a plumb.

The weeds they did grow, and carry and sow
their own seeds to be planted near her.
Whilst choking her out, she did cough and did spout,
wondering how this had all been incurred.

It was then that he spied, as he laid his fine eyes
the flower all wilted and ready
to give up her plight with this endless weed fight
and render her light to the eddy

Of timelessness Source, of peace and divorced
from battles with weeds and with beasts.
He lifted her up with care and with love
to the sun she so desperately seeks.

And shine it did down to warm her sweet crown
It brought her the light that she needs.
He kissed her soft petals; the thistles and nettles
he plucked from the space by the seed.

He gave her the room, the love and she bloomed
and found strength once more in the light.
For the sun as it’s needed by each of us seeded
In our grounds of earth packed so tight,

Can shine its bright light if we’re managed just right
with enough healthy space to extend
our beauty, our essence, and our gifts to this world
by the way that we grow and we bend.