A Poem ... The Blossom

The Blossom

The seed 
  was thrown away

Cast aside 
   for a better day

Sitting alone 
   in the garden shed

She wasn’t alive, 
   she wasn’t dead

Seasons came 
   and seasons went

Summer days 
   and winter spent

Forgotten by 
   the garden master

Not a life 
    just disaster

A loving hand
   plucked her up

Placed at last
   in the sowing cup

  Planted deep
   on a gentle plain

Sunshine bright 
    and blessed rain

Pain of growth 
   wracked her soul

To reach the sky 
    the ultimate goal

Blossom bright 
   in that final day

Watching the children 
    laugh and play