Poetry Poem: The Seed

Poem: The Seed

Once in a golden hour

I cast to earth a seed.

And up there grew a flower

That others called a weed.”

Alfred Lord Tennyson.

That yellow flower they called a weed

Grew from a seed called my need

Which in that hour of golden glow

Was a gift of wisdom, of words we know

Thrown to the earth from my aching heart

Watered by tears I’d had to part

Here grew a thought, a plant so fine

With leaves of silky texture mine

That flower of joy of love of me

Those petals of gold the sun did see

To share to offer and give away

From pain was born this warm new day.

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