Sonnet 29

Sonnet 29
A seedless oaken tree, when buried whole
Beaneath the life giving forest rich soil,
Decays and to its green leaves death will crawl
With no speediness, no sound, no turmoil.
But what we must all attentively heed,
Is that when below the wealthy fine ground
Instead of the oak tree, an acorn seed
Is put and into the dark earth is bound,
Life will greet it, and down to the black deep
As well as up to the bright sun and sky,
That acorn with roots firm and branches steep
Will sprout, and grow astonishingly high.
How many people we live with and know,
Are acorns, and others like oak trees grow.

© Ziad Dib Jreige #Sonnet29