A seed
Burgeons from the earth’s womb
To an expanse
Strange and questioning
Yet unshrinking
For its Faith
In a mother’s love
It stands stoic
To nature’s play-
Of the gray autumn,
Of the wrathful skies,
Of the wrinkled soils,
Of the tempest seas,
For its faith
In the youthful spring
Of the sky azure
Roots,
In depths
Of undeterred Faith
Shoot
Through the clouds
To kiss the skies
In a triumphant note
Of its fruition boughs.