My land

My land

It's once fertile ground
now lies bare
Severe storms blew away
the seeds
before they could sprout
Thereafter endless rains
washed them away.

One tiny seed refused
to surrender
to the elements and
transformed into
a beautiful tree with a
firm trunk and big branches.

It no longer needs
my loving care
to stay alive
It knows how
to survive and endure
even the heaviest of storms
and the biggest of floods
because I taught it how.

And as I stand there
admiring my creation
with the afternoon sun
warming my back
I can hear my Maker
call me.

It was not until then
I realized
how much I longed
to return to his green pastures
and walk amidst the flowers
in his garden of paradise.

And as I cross the threshold
I can almost smell the roses.