Seed Sower

Seed sower You have sown the seed of the tree that is me Breathed life into lungs and patient limb construction I know my leaves rustle careful and free Because you are the sower of the tree that is me My roots quench dying thirst while arms branch with elegance Masters of the earth, my siblings grow with veins deep Feeding off the grub of mother air and father spring Scientifical giants I grow beside time and age with grace My branches stronger with ticks and tocks A wise old owl visits me You are the sower I am the sowist You are the parents I am the poet Ode to the seed sower What you sow is what you will reap Parenting kindling of what can and should be For, I thank you for sowing the seed of the tree that is me