A Plant Poem

The Seed

A tiny seed, so small and round,

Buried deep beneath the ground.

Nurtured by the soil's warm embrace,

It prepares to grow and show its grace.

The Sprout

Breaking free from the earth's clutch,

A new sprout emerges, eagerly in touch.

Its fragile stem reaching towards the sun,

Its tiny leaves unfurling, one by one.

The Growth

The plant grows tall and strong,

Its branches reaching out all day long.

It drinks up the rain, it bathes in the sun,

Its roots go deep, never undone.

The Blossom

And then one day, a lovely sight,

A blossom blooms in full delight.

Its petals soft, its colors bright,

It brings such joy, such pure delight.

The Fruit

The blossom fades, but in its place,

A fruit appears, full of grace.

It swells and ripens with each passing day,

Until at last, it's ready to play.

The Harvest

With nimble hands and caring touch,

The harvest comes, not too much.

It's time to reap what we have sown,

To enjoy the fruit now fully grown.

The Circle

But as the fruit is eaten away,

We know it's just a step in the fray.

The seed will fall, the earth will hold,

The cycle begins, a tale untold.

The Promise

So let us tend the plants with care,

And know that we have much to share.

The promise of new life ahead,

The future lies in what we've fed.