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