From the Smallest Things

 

 

It bursts forth to life

So small and frail

Protected lovingly

Shaded by family

 

So vulnerable

To all life may bring

The rain that falls

And the winds ablow

 

It suckles at Motherโ€™s tit

Pushing itself to grow

Planting its roots

Not yet so deep

 

And as it learns the world

It reaches for the sky

Standing on its own

Too old for lullabies

 

Though taller now

It still feels quite small

As parents tower above

It longs to be like them

 

Many years need to pass

For it to have its place

All those years are seen within

The lines upon its face

 

Decades go past

But now it stands

Just as strong

And just as tall

 

A symbol of great strength

Now stands the mighty oak

Born from the acorn

Once so tiny and so small

 

 

 

Comments
14 Responses to “From the Smallest Things”
  1. beth says:

    such an apt and beautiful metaphor

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    That is the way of the nature my friend, from the smallest seed, the biggest tree. Life is a miracle in every shape and form. Lovely way to visualise this very important lesson. Great work my friend, truly admire your poetry.
    All the best and a Happy Saturday ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Shanyu says:

    Beautiful metaphor!

  4. Jim Borden says:

    well done, Brad. reminds me of the parable of the mustard seed…

  5. Brad, all I know is that this is sheer beauty that caresses my heart. Gorgeous lines.

  6. kristianw84 says:

    Beautiful! I hung on every single word!!

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