Trees: The Seeds Poem by Myra Livingston

Trees: The Seeds

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We are
Given light wings,
Parachutes, downy legs
That we may be carried aloft
By wind
And drop
Where some kind mouse
Will bury us in earth;
Some squirrel will forget we are food,
Leave us
To sprout
Green shoots, to weave
Rootlets, that we may eat
And drink and grow in time our own
Small seed

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allotey Abossey 20 June 2015

Well written my friend. Good one there.

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Myra Livingston

Myra Livingston

Omaha, Nebraska, ABD
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