The Seeder Of Lebanon Poem by Dann Thomas

A little bird nibbles on a kernel
Camouflaged in the thick of leaves
Enjoying its share of ‘natural’ morsel.
Filled, it flits away to life on wing
Subsistence on earth’s windy swing.

Gliding into the ever shifting breeze
It ascends with the breath of the earth
Flapping away to nestle in other trees.
And as it flies it drops a tiny little seed.
An offering from above, for earth to feed.

This seed nestles in earths comfort
Until the rains awakens life
And the sun incubates it to shoot forth.
Once a diminutive seed, now a cedar
An organism, a stronghold, a shelter.

And around this tree, unhurriedly at first
Life breathes and multiplies and grows
Till from a seedling soon a forest bursts.
An abundant thankfulness of love
To a drop, a little gift from above.

A little bird nibbles on a kernel
When a clattering, cutting shakes the tree.
Tree to wood brought down with metal.
The little bird escapes in fright
Flies smack, straight, into an electric light.

There then lies dead another mighty cedar
There then lies Lebanon’s tiny little seeder.