The Seed

 

In cloistered darkness long it hid
Beneath the moistening sod.
No one knew where in it lay
Save the creator—God.
 
And so it slept; the clouds blew past,
Then came the springtime breeze,
Bringing freshness in its wake,

It came from out the seas.
 
The sun poured warmth wherein it lay,
Each gentle-fingered ray
Danced full of glee upon the earth
And begged the grass to play.
 
The birds were singing in the trees,
The ladybug mused long.
The squirrels leaped blithely limb to limb,
The treetops swayed to song.
 
When suddenly it happened—
All nature stopped to see—
The tiny seed had burst with life
And hesitatingy
 
It poked one tiny fragile shoot
Above the pris’ning sod,
A happy leaf of newest green—
A miracle of God!