A small seed,
blown by the wind,
into the dust,
where it began to rain.
The seed drank from the
rain,
and soaked up the sun,
till the seed sprouted,
and spread its leaves.
Now the little sprout,
so tender and weak,
more dead than alive,
wanted to grow,
and against all odds,
did.
The sprout grew fast,
so fast,
trying to stay alive.
All sorts of adverseries,
trying to weaken,
and destroy the plant,
rodents tried to consume it,
weeds to choke it,
feet to trample it,
and drought,
to burn it.
But the plant grew on,
and on,
and on,
till the little seed,
had become a tree.
A tree of life,
where beings could gather,
and converse,
a tree so great,
that even small mishaps,
like pests, and famine,
could not weaken it for long.
And so the tree grew on and on,
going through so many changes,
each one bettering it.
And all the things that contributed to
it's greatness,
could not be forgotten.
And the tree lives on,
growing so strong,
and becoming greater,
yet.
blown by the wind,
into the dust,
where it began to rain.
The seed drank from the
rain,
and soaked up the sun,
till the seed sprouted,
and spread its leaves.
Now the little sprout,
so tender and weak,
more dead than alive,
wanted to grow,
and against all odds,
did.
The sprout grew fast,
so fast,
trying to stay alive.
All sorts of adverseries,
trying to weaken,
and destroy the plant,
rodents tried to consume it,
weeds to choke it,
feet to trample it,
and drought,
to burn it.
But the plant grew on,
and on,
and on,
till the little seed,
had become a tree.
A tree of life,
where beings could gather,
and converse,
a tree so great,
that even small mishaps,
like pests, and famine,
could not weaken it for long.
And so the tree grew on and on,
going through so many changes,
each one bettering it.
And all the things that contributed to
it's greatness,
could not be forgotten.
And the tree lives on,
growing so strong,
and becoming greater,
yet.
Gaia has meant so much to me, I decided to write a poem about it. Hope you like it<3
(It was a poem for Lanzer.)