This is a sad tale of an unplanned seed that was implanted with damage among the rocks and weeds, neglected the proper raising it would need to thrive, yet still a sprout emerged despite all the doubt. If love was water, there would be a drought, roots were attempting to grip a rocky surface, leaving its foundation for growth worthless. Never tending or caring for it, it seemed like all hope was gone.If only I could reverse the damage done, and see where the plant would be if all was done properly - with plenty of watering and attention, allowing its full potential to be unleashed and room for growth. But I guess I will never know. The lesson here is that we reap what we sow, and if we are not mindful of our actions, we may end up with a mess and have to let it show.What a sad tale it is, of a seed so full of potential with nowhere to go.It was doomed from the start, with no love or attention, and no one to guide it through its growth.The neglect it was given left its foundation worthless, leaving it to struggle and falter in its quest for life.If only there was someone there to show it the way, to provide it with love and the proper care it would need, then maybe it would have made it.But alas, the damage has been done, the opportunity lost, and now all that is left is regret.You reap what you sow, and it is a reminder that we must take care of what we are given, for we never know what it could become.
© Christopher george