Seed
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I wonder what it is like to be a seed All that potential locked up deep inside Waiting quietly – A secret Multiplied growth – Enormous potential A concentrated time capsule Years of growth – Seasons of Fruitfulness Determination – Destiny – Longevity Held captive for now Waiting – Longing – Safely Stored Away Time – Water – Planting – Tending The seed waits! But even before it even looks alive – Life is there hidden within The mighty oak – held within the hard confines of an acorn An apple tree, boughs bent heavy with fruit secreted away in a small smooth seed A towering Redwood drops tiny seeds to the forest floor – unimpressive & hard to find I’ve neven seen the seed that will produce a rose bush: multiple blooms each year Beautiful rounds of colorful petals filling the air with fragrance and yet once it was contained in a tiny speck blowing in the wind I wonder what it is like to be a seed To know who you