One Lone Seed Poem by Janice M Pickett

No man is an Island
Nor is he as solid as a rock
For a rock although energy in itself, is
no more than a solid form.

So many find themselves alone
Nothing to cling to
Nothing to drive them forward.
HOWEVER

I say to you
No even a rock is so solid that
a tiny seed will not bloom
and grow to become a magnificent tree

Learn this lesson well and dream

Think of that seed and know
that all thought will become reality
Reality is the realisation of dreams
For dreams are simply a seed
that has become embedded in the rock
of your desires