The Seeds Of Tomorrow


Rows of flowers,
Farther than the eye can see,
Growing, growing,
Living majestically.

They stand in the wind,
Tall, proud, and ever beautiful.
They haven't a thing to do but live,
And to that, they stay faithful.

All too soon,
Time passes by.
The flowers cannot continue the fight and so,
Whither and die.

They leave behind,
Seeds to grow in the spring,
And so the world continues on,
Barely seeming to feel a thing.

There will be more flowers,
To share their beauty and grace.
Why worry and cry,
Over something that isn't out of place?

The world goes on,
But there is an ache,
In the hearts of the seeds,
Left behind near the lake.

They mourn and cry,
Over the loss of the great flowers before,
But time continues and repeats,
And soon there will be more.

The world may forget,
The flowers of yesterday,
But not the seeds of tomorrow,
Nor the flowers of today.


Written by Shibara
Dedicated to my grandfather, Donald, K, Shayler.