A Seed
The seed
Gazing to the ground seeing a seed take root
Surrounded by soil, small in stature will it bear fruit
Chances are slim, odds are against, will it last
Water’s a must, sun is life, death is in contrast
Man plants, then waters, but God gives the increase
The journeys at risk, the enemy’s thistles won’t cease
The great Designer decrees inside its predestination
DNA in tack, not by mere chance, it is a creation
Destined with life and selection, will it accomplish its mission
The stem sprouts forth, reaching for the stars, still needs nutrition
Wind blowing severe then the heat of day, life is in question
Resting in the night, alas! The rain comes bringing forth restoration
Living for another day, stronger now than before, branches appear
Leaves produced, invigorate the stock, commanding new roots to persevere
Buds and flowers and all the more, creation applauds as successes soar
Danger still present, pest now lurking, death and life are forever at war
Fruit picked is disappointing, not ready, needs more time and pruning
Given another chance and many more seasons, life is refreshening
Growth advanced, fruit now ready, now I have more pride that I’ve ever known
For this seed you see, is my son that has grown, and now has a son of his own
Written by Robert Allen Mitchell Sr.
For Robert Allen Mitchell Jr.