A seed

The first poem I ever wrote, back when I was in 11 as a 5th grade writing project.

A beautiful flower burst from the ground by the warmth of the sun. A seed flies from the center only to land on foreign land so far from home. I grows and grows, faster and faster as it ruts reach for nourishment, love, beauty, and hope for all alike. unready, graceful, kind, and selfless. It grows into God's loving arms. Harsh rains storm storm down and it stays strong throw out, for mother nature cares of no other, for she protects this beautiful blossoming flower. Now reborn from the earth so wide, for that seed was I. Now a flower standing high in the sky, the worm sun on my side. For each day I wake up is another blessing given from the heavens.