A Seed Grows

Arbor Day Tribute

Donna Davis
A seed, small round and lifeless

Struggles within

And breathes its life into the softened soil.

Growing imperceptibly

A tiny shoot

Expands into a bough and reaches high.

The root gropes down and struggles

Clenching soil

To shatter rock and stone between its grip.

Ten years and twenty, forty more

The time has come.

The axe is thrust into the wood. It groans.

An envelope of fallen majesty

The sun shines down

Warming soil softened with the rain of spring.

In open spaces planters thrust

Hands into soil

And breathe the gift of life and hope anew.

Published by Donna Davis

I am a professional seamstress and costume designer, having over 40 years of experience, over 20 of them professionally. I am also a freelance writer, having published puzzles by PennyPress Puzzles.  View profile

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