A Seed

You planted a seed
in my attention
The rain of my spring
even allows it to sprout
as mutual discovery
in growing pain or subtle joy

The rings of tree
will add on
The storms it sustains
will be forgotten
The near or far
reaching are rooted into the soil of our hearts
It never brags about
the shade it offers to our souls

Did we ever intend to harvest
such fruitless
but somewhat fruitful seasons
after seasons