A Precious Seed Poem by Emmanuel Chibuike Ikechukwu

I throw a bird to the sky
It fly toward the sun ray
And spread it wings to feel the sun
I throw a water to the sky
It fell back to the earth and
Wet my lovely skin.
I throw a stone to the sky
It fell back to the earth and
Stock in the midst of the dust
I throw a seed to the sky it
Fell into the dust, but after the
Rain drop and sun shine
The seed rise into a plant and
And grow fresher and stronger.
It grow up and produce more seeds
When I breath a sound into the sky
And sing but after many years I
Found thy song in the heart of a
Little boy I found the chorus falling
Out from his leaps, my little sound
Have become a melody.
I have planted a precious seed
In the heart of my people