I saw this lone dandelion plant yesterday that had somehow sprouted at the corner of our house, and a seed poem sprang up.
A Seed... might be the start of a weed, but it could be an artichoke, perhaps a mighty oak that one day makes another seed. A seed... could lead to a hollyhock, grow a bright tomato, inspire an Irish potato, be what makes a celery stalk. A seed... can sprout a morning glory, a giant redwood tree, a plant small as a pea, an idea vast as a new story. (c) 2022 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved