The Seed Poem by terence nabbs

Beneath two inches of rich dark earth,
I am a seed awaiting birth.
As spring draws near, I begin to swell
what I will be I cannot tell? .
My shell soon splits at last I’m free;
I’m soon to know if I’m flower or tree.
I push my way with tender care, up to the wonders awaiting there:
I break the surface with delight, as I behold a wondrous sight;
A garden such as you’ve ever seen; colours with a velvet sheen.
Yellows, blue’s, pinks and reds, of flowers in their summer bed’s.
Marvellous I think; will I be yellow, blue or pink?
My first two leaves have now unfurled,
As I grow in this flowery world.
Growing stronger in the wind I sway
as nearer draws my flowering day.
It’s nearly time my excitement grows;
Will the flowers I bear be as beautiful as those?
Now there’s footsteps approaching, there very near;
”OH”
It’s only the man who tends the garden here.
But as he nears I hear him say,
I’m not wasting feed! I’II pull it up it’s only a,

“WEED”