The plant withered and died,
And crumbled to the ground.
And blew away in the wind,
With not even a sound.
And the seed scattered,
All over the Earth.
And though she had died,
God created rebirth.
And life went on,
Just as before,
Under God's blue skies,
Forever more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very symbolic of what Jesus said when a seed dies and falls to the ground, it sprouts a new plant.