The seed

poem by Ruth Salles

Image at Monte Azul Day Care

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mysterious seed,
that from the plant falls to the ground,
what secrets does she keep
deep in the heart?

“I am the smallest gift
that was placed in your hand,
because it seems to be nothing
this tiny grain.

But you will see it grow,
in a fruitful season,
a leafy tree
soaring to the breadth!

The whole tree, guarded
inside the little grain,
I was waiting for the good time
to finally get up off the ground.

Worth more than a lot of jewelry
– as you understand then –
the little gift
that was put into your hand.”

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