Unexpected Growth
Written by: Tendril Ryli, of the Oak

"They are no good." the Petran said,
discarding the feeble seeds.
Reluctantly my conscience led,
the desire to fulfill good deeds.

The simple cone of coarse brown paper,
holds unknown life within.
My mission to make the world greater,
is where the story begins.

Heading home with cone in hand,
my strides pick up in pace.
A clearing within oaks I stand,
the path easy to retrace.

Vibrant grass holds healthy earth,
the perfect resting ground.
I dig a hole for perfect birth,
a lovely treasure I have found.

With hope and pride I fill the hole,
a watering can near by.
A prayer I whisper from my soul,
that they do not die.

Twice a day she tends the seeds,
watching as they grow.
Ensuring they have all they need,
she lets the water flow.

Moths pass by with no avail,
the seed not to be seen.
I began to think I've failed,
not even sprouts of green.

The sunlight shines far down below,
to reach the grassy nook.
My patience beginning to slow,
I took a second look.

Strolling down the path with ease,
my hope is fleeting still.
Then just ahead with gentle breeze,
my heart jolts with a thrill.

Up from the earth an oak tree stands,
it's branches reaching high.
With love and care shown to the lands,
Nature's growth will never die.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Scarlatan, in the year 715 AF.