The Tree

By: Mairin Klaus


He planted a seed,

In the middle of Summer.

The air shimmered with heat

Without a cloud in view.

He toddled through the meadow.

With a tiny seed clutched tight

Broken and beat up

Without a doubt the seed wouldn’t sprout.


As he got older, so did the seed

Growing tall against all odds.

The boy adored the plant

It continued flourishing

The branches grasping gracefully for the sky.

The seed now so much bigger

Than the green grass below.


The little boy was no longer little,

The seed wasn’t either.

While the boys time came to an end,

The tree would not be dead.

It lived on for years and years,

Never even noticing.

Jeffersonville High School, 2016