Seed sower
You have sown the seed of the tree that is me
Breathed life into lungs and patient limb construction
I know my leaves rustle careful and free
Because you are the sower of the tree that is me
My roots quench dying thirst while arms branch with elegance
Masters of the earth, my siblings grow with veins deep
Feeding off the grub of mother air and father spring
Scientifical giants
I grow beside time and age with grace
My branches stronger with ticks and tocks
A wise old owl visits me
You are the sower I am the sowist
You are the parents I am the poet
Ode to the seed sower
What you sow is what you will reap
Parenting kindling of what can and should be
For, I thank you for sowing the seed of the tree that is me