A Growing Plant

I am a seed

I am in much need

I have not a home

No option but to roam

But I see a needed opportunity

A shelter; that's my gratuity

I am a stem up to the surface

It's starting to give me a purpose

I've walked this street a dozen

But this time comes my cousin

"I've got a job for you to cover"

Could this be my recover?

A work to start, a work to finish

Looks like this poverty will diminish

I am a shrub, I will uncover

But I feel that I still need a lover

To fill the void in my soul

I know it may sound a little droll

What's that noise that I can't help but hear

It's that beautiful lady; I've found my dear

I am a sapling; a young little thing

A few more things I need you to bring

What's next I feel is a laugh so shrill

I want it so bad I feel I would kill

My dear is running excited and all

I hear the words "she'll be here by fall"

I am so grown, so tall, an oak

I have just gone and put on my cloak

The priest comes near, he drops the book

I open it up and no more feel forsook

Everything I've wanted I've gotten and more

I thought this would be such an unwanted chore

The final piece is no more such a mystery

I know that his workings make wonderful history

He found me and sent me my ever great need

I am a tree of a godly made breed.