Seeds of Choice

They didn’t plant anything
yet the trees and wind and squirrels did

And up came the odd plant
and hundreds of sproutlings
in Spring after the rains


They planned and prepared
and planted seeds of choice

Drawing patterns of beauty
which made sense to them
and after Spring’s drizzles
and energetic doustings

Plants bearing promises
of sustenance and inspiration
burst forth to grow from fertile ground

Lone Tree

Lone Tree

Lone tree stands

the hope of a forest

the promise of a pinecone