Day 120 - The Seedling

A seed plants itself,
High on hill,
Overlooking fields of green,
Underneath skies of blue.

There it sits in the dirt,
Infusing with water,
Feeding on rays of sun,
Rooting a foundation to grow.

As it peaks through the ground,
It's eyes are opened,
So many other seedlings,
Seemingly familiar.

Something about this seedling,
It is stronger than the others,
Stands taller than the others,
With them staring on in envy

She continues to grow,
Becoming a beautiful flower,
Each petal drawing attention,
Impossible to be ignored.

Then one day,
A handsome man stops by,
His eyes enjoy a crowded field,
But he sets them on only one.

The seedling,
Grown into a beautiful flower, is you.
The gentle, loving man,
Who picked you over all, is me.