A Seed of Curiosity

A Seed of Curiosity

By Elece Hollis

There on the concrete park bench

A seed—round and dark like a black pearl 

In a brown sea shell pod.

Pungent as a bead of spice—clove?

Where did you come from, Little Seed, 
In your brown paper wrapper?

I hear a soft rattling, shimmery sound like 

Dry pasta in a cardboard box.

The wind moves branches of a wispy willowy green tree 

Across the courtyard and I spot more seed packets

Rustling in the breeze.

I find it amazing that

A tree waits inside this tiny sphere

Waits for seasons to change and come and go again

Rain to fall—sunshine to warm the soil

Tree seed—a Mini-Wonder!  

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Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer