I was a Seed

A poem about life

I was a seed...

I came from branches so high
and land I did from the sky

And so upon this twisted ground
my place t'was quickly found...
I gathered nurture from all around...

And soon up... my neck did reach
with every lesson the sun did teach
"Grow higher please..." I did beseech..
and from mine roots succour I did leech

and soon the years had passed along
and my arms grew long and strong
the passing leaves taught of right and wrong
and each passing sparrow's twilight song
didst forewarn of tears before too long...

in golden shine, I sheltered some
indeed ...I reached out to all who'd come
lean your souls 'pon me in the scorching sun
for I couldst not stand tears...not a one
may my reach make thy weariness be done

as every year passed in wonder
life's storms tore my bark asunder
my noble boughs shook by thunder
as if bent by prideful blunders

so time my branches didst surely take
and my greying heart oft did break
knowing what lay at the final gait

but as you gaze on my greying boughs
for the weary twisted memory you see now...

know one thing is true indeed
each one of us was once a seed...

and dear Mother Earth...
one day...shall see ...our rebirth...

I was a seed.

Reviews

[AliceBarnes]

This is beautiful! I loved this poem! I can't believe my eyes at how well you managed to get the words to rhyme and flow so perfectly. Really very good! It also makes you think about trees you pass, looking at them, at how big and tall they are now, that they were once a seed planted by someone (sometimes) hundreds of years ago (depending on the tree type). Your poems, each one that I have read have really deep thoughts to them, and they really get me thinking about life. Some of them can be a little sad to think about; like your poem Legacy. I can honestly say that I really enjoyed reading this. I particularly loved these lines "as every year passed in wonder life's storms tore my bark asunder my noble boughs shook by thunder" I love forests and trees in general, and so the imagery of these lines was just spectacular. I really liked the repetition of "I was a seed" and how you often ended words with ER to math the other words you had used. It just all fitted and flowed so well that it was really very well written. The imagery and descriptions within the poem were excellent, and really got the images almost floating before my eyes like a movie. I also loved "but as you gaze on my greying boughs
for the weary twisted memory you see now..." I just thought that was such a sad little line, as we start out with the tree as it is growing from a seed until its old age when it is about to die, and I just feel like the death of anything is sad - yes, a tree is not as sad as an animal or a human, but any loss of life is a terrible thing. Anyway, I am going to stop myself from rambling. I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed reading this poem, and that it was very well written, thought out and I loved it.

[J. B.]

I loved this. I liked your revisiting at the end of "I was a seed" to tie it all together. Very well written.