Seeds
The seeds that were planted
to make this world whole,
grew in the nature God granted
and had plenty of soul.
They grew on the love
found deep in their hearts,
from Heaven above
through the universe charts.
They were watered with kindness
and tended with care
and the sunshine was no less
in the fresh, virgin air.
Their growth was so natural
and the word' harm' was not known,
it was quite simply all factual
the way they were grown.
And those seeds they did regenerate
as they fell to the ground,
and the forest guarded their fate
as the new birth did abound.
And they grew into tall trees
as the centuries rolled on,
they could do as they please
the forests were not gone.
But all that did change
when man ignored the seed's birth,
and felled trees on the mountain range
without a care and much mirth.
And now those same seeds
are fearful of growing,
they do have their needs
they have an uncanny knowing.
Of this new perpetrator
whose saws stop them growing
and who yell 'see you later'
as they crash to the ground groaning
And cry out in pain
such a sad, sad, tree sound,
'please don't come back again'
yet the Amazon's cut to the grouind.
The oxygen's going
and there wont be much more,
everything is sadly slowing,
so sow 'seeds of love' to the core.