Seeds of Love

The ground is rough,
hard and unyeilding,
to green this land is tough,
but a plough against it is wielding.

Walk along the grooves,
Inside the seeds are scattered,
With the trotting of horses hooves;
In time the seed it's shell will shatter.

As sure as each day the sun yields,
The little seed lived and grew,
From the elements it is shielded,
cherished, cared for and nurtured.

The little sapling grows,
Now standing tall and strong,
And beneath the ground it's showed,
How good it's roots are, big and long.

There were days however,
When this tree was sure to fail:
Would the seed rot and stay there forever,
Or could the sapling stand the rain and hail?

It did come through,
It withstood the seasons,
It grew and grew,
And for this there is only one reason.

To the care given it was due,
All those years so long,
And of this love is true,
Nurture, to remain strong.