Seeds

The wind that blows is bitter cold

I drop my seeds, see how they blow

I've served my purpose my life is finished

I cannot help you more. Soon I go to the earth and air.

 

Seeds, you are me that lives

I pray you live to raise your head 

To see a sun that is like gold

Your life will not be told

 

Your glory very few shall see

Your purpose hear shall be to beautify

And if by chance a man should pass

Try to make them see, that you are part of me.

 

Show him your roots are part of the earth

The earth that is a part of him

Show him how you breath the air

And how the air is part of him

 

If by chance these things he sees 

Soon he cannot help but realize

That somehow he is a part of you

And somehow too a part of me.