I am but a seed,
this body but a shell.
Sown into a world,
for a while I must dwell.

Pushing forth year after year,
through sands of joy, of pain, of times.
Nourished with love and watered with tears,
from this seed my spirit climbs.

Hail and howling wind,
have both sought to uproot me.
Shadows have fell dark o'er my head,
a light I could not see.

Still I clung with all my might,
by one tiny root it seems.
The root of love,
that fills my head and heart with dreams.

When this seed has finally flourished,
when it's spirit fruit ripens and bows it's head.
May the love that has been it's source of life,
be it's final reward,
when at last
this earthly husk is shed.