Seed By Seed
Pushing through the rocky soil
instinctively knowing which way to go
a single seed in an age-old plan
stirs inside and starts to grow.
Each containing a miracle
knowledge inside, ready to guide
seasons come and seasons go
sowing seeds both far and wide.
Once we’re born our journeys began
putting our roots down as we need
we grow profusely in our gardens-
all of this from a single seed.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2019
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This poem sure did go around with me but I finally finished it. Please excuse my cosmic use of seed and stuff. Lol! Written with my friends from Poets United for the prompt, Gardens.
My back is out so I can’t ride my bike right now. (Sad emoji here.) I realize I haven’t written in some time but I’ve been in touch with most of you on Facebook and such. Just dipping my toes back in the water. I enjoyed this prompt for the beginning of summer. Be around to read of course! Happy Summer! (I’m definitely a person who uses too many “!”)
Capricious Poet 
Good to see you, Bekkie. I like this poem’s attention to and amazement at a single seed’s power. Such a tiny thing seems to gain a plant’s bulk magically from the air!
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I was trying to connect it to us and life in general too. Thanks so much, Susan! Have a nice Sunday!
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Welcome back Bekkie, it is so hard for plants to have to produce so many seeds just so that a few survive to their adulthood to keep things going whilst other creatures use them as food or decoration!
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So true! Just like old and new eggs? Lol! Thank you for stopping by. Big hug!
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Seed is so amazingly powerful to hide such huge possibilities. Love the title.
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I hope you are enjoying your Sunday afternoon! Thanks for your visit. Hugs!
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and it all started with a seed…
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But how will it all end? Lol! Thanks for reading! Big hug!
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You are so right about the determination of a single seed and how it pushes through to become a budding bloom:)…Like a poem!!
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It is amazing, that big edible fruits and veggies grow from teeny seeds, and that we humans begin life so small. Lovely to see you, Bekkie. So sorry about your back. Hope it mends soon. Thanks for stopping by.
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My back is mending as we speak, thanks! My mind has been on you ever since you told me about your landlord. Here’s a big hug and I hope you have a healing summer.
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