The Seed If An Idea
It started raw, unformed, just a seed
a tiny thing that reeked of need
that lay within awaiting me,
For nurture given freely,
For care or attention,
A little sunshine,
And so it grew,
A slow pace
As I gave
all I can
to help
its best,
I guessed,
Went along
doing it wrong
more often right
than not I thought,
Sometimes I was caught
in the winds of time and fate,
Not daunted, nor let it aggravate
I shielded it whenever I had the need,
It grew stronger, bigger, up from a seed
and into something blooming marvellous,
It soon became an inspiration for many of us,
And I never regretted breathing life into ideas.

© .Garry Saunders