Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

Seed To Grow (Tree)


What if we had no seeds to sow
Which meant we had no trees to grow
Then leaves the wind could never blow
The tree then, we would never know,
We would have no paper for us to write
Nothing would be seen in the black and white
Which would mean we would have no insight
So, we would not know who was wrong or right,
And if we had no trees for us to use
Then we could never scan the news
Nor build any houses or even any pews
Then where would we live, and what belief to choose,
There would be no books for us to read
GOD’S words then, we could never heed
Then our soul could not be freed
If we did not first, sowed a seed.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Saturday, December 21, 2013
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