A Seed

 

I was a seed
searching for a place to root.

Carried by turbulent winds
to desolate soil
I could have withered and dried.

Transported by flighty fowl
of feelings
to distant shores,

I may have drowned
in oceans of emotions.

But I was found
by the loving hand
of a gardener
who buried me
deeply
in the dark, rich soil
of his love.

There I died.

There I was reborn
to be
all I was meant to be.

©1993 Sharron R. McMillan