The Seed And The Tree

I reach down to the earth
And see a seed finding its soil

A thousand feet trample by
And the seed breathes its last

Twenty years later, the seed is gone
in its a place, a tree holds its ground

The tree spreads its root
It must dig to rise

This is my entry for the The Kudos Poetry Competition # 2 by @nikisteem

Thanks for reading

Blessings

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