our poem was fr Unfinished Poem by Barrie Wade Here is the tiny seed. Drop it from your palm. Cover it with earth. Here is the tender shoot breaking through warm soil. Water it with love. Here is the slender stalk Moist with morning dew. Shelter it with care. Here is the velvet bud folded in itself. See its slow unfurling. Here is the fragrant flower Open to the bees. Watch their happy visiting. Here is the shrivelled pod rattling in cold wind. Wait for the shell to split. Here is the tiny seed.
we had a mock where it was death the leveler and requiem