The Lowly Seed Poem by Juan Olivarez

Behold the lowly seed,
Lying helpless on the ground.
Serving sometimes as bird feed,
Oh how it does abound.
On the cold and frozen ground.

But come the spring,
That which is left, helpless on the ground,
Will like magic, powerfully fling,
Stalks up from the ground,
From the moist and warming ground.

Until the lowly seed,
Has filled the Earth again.
With life from husks thus freed,
Nurtured by the gentle rain.
And life has begun again.

Behold the lowly seed,
That from death returns anew.
It is indeed a wondrous deed,
That though it died, it once more grew.
Like a Divine plan, somebody drew

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