Mustard Poem by James McLain

But therein is spread each story,
of each the tree and a bird that sings.
Where upon those that fly,
go out under any condition,
needing too be moved.
And along it's way does not have to be moved;
Unless:
And the story; rather than being younger is older,
and wiser because of it and the summer is stronger,
from it's sowing and little seeds that do not transgress,
muster a tree, that I say from you, I grew.