THE SEED

I am the seed the soil could not refuse
The one the land can use
I am the growing seed
Firm in the field of a struggling breed
Among shrubs and weed
The seed from which the world will feed
Surviving the whirlwind made me an intrepid
That’s why I rule in the life I lead

I was born of a plant
Fertilised by the soil on which I stand
Now I plan to reproduce more of my kind
I am the seed so tough
Smooth and yet so rough
I am the seed so edible
Above ground level, untouched by the devil
The birds and the weevil