Tiny One

Tiny One

Tiny as a mustard seed,

dancing like a tumbleweed.

Out of sight and under foot,

just where will you set your root.

Tiny one you are so small,

dreaming of the sky so tall.

Visions way beyond your sight,

ever reaching for that light.

Wind and water, drought and rain,

test you yet you still remain.

Bursting forth you set your root,

sending out a tiny shoot.

Time and time and time again,

towards the light you grow and bend.

Tiny shoot now muscle bound,

spreads your shadow all around.

Giant one with majesty,

king among the other trees,

what then will you leave behind,

what gift is it we will find?

As I look upon the ground,

there a speck is barely found.

What has fallen near my feet?

Just another mustard seed.

From "Poems in the Shade of the Tree of Life"  by Dan Strizak

Copyright 2016 Daniel Strizak