Poem of the Week: Seed Poem

Seed Poem

Where does it come from?
A giant tall tree?
Where does it come from?
Let’s read, and let’s see!
Trees you can see,
Growing so tall,

Start out as something,
That’s really quite small…
Like bushes, and cacti,
And grasses, and weeds,
Trees begin their long life,
By sprouting from seeds…
And seeds, they can travel,
They get around town,
Blown through the air,

Or roll on the ground,
Some carried by rodents,
Or birds in a beak,
Get to new places,
New places they seek...
Some go for fun rides,
On clothing or furs,
Sticky and prickly,
Those seeds we call burrs...
Some travel by sea,

But don’t get sea-sick,
Some get pooped out,
Disgusting and ick…
Seeds seek new places,
To sprout a new plant...
Those seeds have to travel,
'Cause trees,they just can’t…