Thursday, May 10, 2007

Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Sitting on the forest floor,
The lone seed wondered,
“Am I the one,
Who’ll be the tall tree?
The pride of the forest
Will I be?”
He sat there alone,
Dreaming of things he would see,
Over the clouds and over the hill.
Lost was he, in his reverie…
When a little rodent,
Scurried toward him and,
Ground him with his front teeth!
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