A seed is blown on the wind
hither and tither it goes
finally coming to rest
in a patch of fertile earth

for a while it lies farrow
slowly a crack appears
a tip pokes out its head
then burrows downwards

splitting shooting into multitudes
roots now everywhere they sprout
a tendril shoot starts its growing
reaching up high towards to the sky

now the leaves start forming
twigs shoot out in all directions
each one turning into a branch
that stretches up and then out

remember that small tiny tendril
now it's become a mighty big tree
climb up it to the top of its canopy
you can now see for miles and miles

stand at its base your arms can't embrace
then lean back and gaze up towards its top
that tiny seed once would fit into a hand
now has become a magnificent full grown tree