Seeds

A Thousands seeds spread out
Moving among the rocks, stones, hard earth.

Which ones will endure,
Through draughts, winds, sand.
 
Finding fertile ground
Amidst imitations and promises

Break out of the shell
Push out roots, leaves and raising up.

Blooming and bringing fruit
More than just themselves.

Which ones will expect
It's someone else's job.

3 May 2004
 

~Dave~
 

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