Child is the father of man

I, in my birth, planted a seed,
I gave nothing to it, but dream
The dreams found my world,
The world taught me life,
The life gave me strength,
As the seed grew up,
I saw it's soul, enlightening,
The world in the darkness.
Now, the seed is a tree.
The seed is the tree, itself.
And the Dreams are me.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem