Three little seeds
lay in the palm of my hands.
Seeds that could bring forth
another three, or six or twelve seeds,
rest in my arms.
Oh, what they could do
is unpredictable.
Each will be unique,
and will have something to show.
I don't know what will come of them,
but I know it will be great.
My mistakes might have brought them here,
but who am I to say that
they should not live?
I see my neighbor poke his seed
till it cracks open
and dies.
I see someone coming towards me.
The shadow of death follows it, and
I don't see even a faint of hope
in it's eyes.
Oh, it is only my friend.
I say hi, but it moves closer
and closer
to my three little seeds.
It say, 'Give me'
as I scream,
'Please don't take my life away!'