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Seasons Change

a metaphoric poem based on a true events in my life

By Danielle GarganoPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

A seed sits on the earthy ground

And sees all it could be

But living in the garden still

Does not make you a tree

The young seed doesn’t understand

The only way to sprout

Is for someone to plant it

And tend to it in the ground

...

That is when the Roots take over

Where the planter can’t

Below the surface, this seed

Will prepare to be a plant

To make it on its own is still

A distant future dream

‘Till unannounced, a gift from heaven

Came to plant the seed

...

He dreamed of what could blossom

When the seed had stronger Roots

He worked, and cared, wouldn’t rest

Until it bore good fruit

A passion burned for years,

And grew in seed and planter both,

The seed leaned on the planter

As a mentor for its growth

...

The seed is now a tree, and

Getting stronger every day

The humble planter credited

The Roots for progress made

One year there was snow so deep

It kept the two apart

The tree would hold its own

But missed its mentors strong support

...

The weather remained bitter

Longer than it ever had

And when the snow had melted

There was just a muddy path

The planter and the tree had

Weathered storms like this before

But something this year changed

And they were not close anymore

...

The tree held to its Roots and stood

Despite the heavy change,

But knew the mentors absence

Meant nothing would be the same

A few more years of growth,

The tree was tall enough to see

The planters life continued on

With several other trees

...

The tree thought of it’s young-seed years

And thought the planter knew

The tree was still that seed who

Needed him before it grew

What changed its mentors mind

During the winter was unknown

It thought the planter’d never leave

The day the seed was sewn

...

Sustaining it today, the tree

Stays grounded through its Roots

And though losing him hurt,

Because he watered it, they grew.

The tree thanks God in Heaven

For that gift, though found through pain;

It was the Roots, not man, weathering

Through each seasons’ change.

heartbreak

About the Creator

Danielle Gargano

26

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love God. love people.

...

grow through what you go through

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medical assistant

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cat mom

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severe empath

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musician

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imperfect, life-long Jesus lover

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