Cup of Birdseed

As a young child,

my mom, a cup in hand.

...a cup of birdseed

Plant these son...

grow some baby birds,

She was just having fun,

in a loving way...

Those seeds I planted,

I remember to this day...

Fruits of nature,

we sow...

we reep...

even tho....

we don't know...

...the seeds we plant,

it's the memories we keep

The buzzing of a bee,

drifting from flower...

flower to flower...

spreading little seeds,

seeds of a great beauty,

fulfilling romantic needs...

Things we forget,

things we don't perceive,

fruits of nature...

the buzzing of a bee...

Birds in flight,

from tree to tree...

spreading natures love,

the fruits they spread...

flying and gliding,

high above...

Mighty trees grow,

from seed they spread...

simple little creatures,

with small little wings,

spreading fruits of nature.

...many great things

strong, mighty trees...

Fruits of nature,

surround us everyday...

so much we don't see,

so much we don't perceive...

so much beauty...

the glory of a flower.

something as mighty as a tree,

so much love around us,

that our hearts don't see..

Fruits of nature...

from something so simple,

as a cup of bird seed...