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