As the winds of fortune blew one day,
a seed was deigned to come my way
That seed I planted long ago,
loved and tended; it did grow
Never bound by fear nor shell,
that tiny seed did grow and swell.
It’s roots anchored in my heart,
bearing fruit right from the start.
Love and trust still freely gives,
some have died; yet this one lives.
The beauty of this special seed,
shall not be marred by reckless weed.
Although caring for all the rest,
this seed..the one I love the best.
c. 2016, Pat Priebe