The Seed

  The seed falls from a tree
A pod blowing over the sea
 It comes to rest on the ground
Buried deep in the hole it found
 The roots begin setting in
Breaking through the soil it begins
 Reaching each day to the sky
Time passes as others fall and die

 Alone it stands in an empty field
No one around to spread its yield
 Its branches reach out to nothing
Hopes of finding anything or something
 The limbs old, wilted and falling down
The weeds have been dying all around
 Swaying in the wind cracking, popping
Snapping midway to the ground falling

Never to spread its seed its life was in solitude
Much like my own it shall not spread life nor share
its history

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