Oct 28, 2025
A Seed It Dares
A seed, it dares- it dares to sprout,
I look at it, aghast,
For tossed aside among the rocks
I'd weeded up the last.
The green, it peeks- it's barely there,
But there I see it clear,
That bent and browning mockery
Once tended to so dear.
Of twigs I'd watered- I had watched
As if I didn't know!
For to my eyes, a barren snag
Had only room to grow.
'Twas such a waste- a drain of time,
Of energy, of try,
For stump it was and stump it stayed
Up 'til I said goodbye.
So down I scowl- down I glare
Upon the rising green,
For though it's color may be bright,
The brown is easier seen.