THE GIFT OF LIFE.
The seed falls on fallow ground,
Full of the possibility of a new tomorrow.
It waits in the dark cocoon of night
For the spring rains to come and kiss
The outer shell with needed moisture.
Droplets of rain fall gently against its skin.
It cracks open with a shout of exaltation.
It raises its tiny seedling leaves
And inches up through dirt and rock,
Needing the warmth of the sun’s rays.
Like liquid gold, the sun’s heat and light
Flows through its tiny leaves and stem.
Held in the sun’s embrace, the tree grows
With each gentle rain that falls,
Reveling in the strength of its trunk,
Its branches reaching upward,
And its green leaves seeking the sky.
Power, grace, and courage,
All come together to create beauty,
In a world torn with war and sorrow.
The tree sways, creaks, and bends
Under the force of the wind.
Yet it remains upright, strong,
To become a gift of Life.