The world was dying
and they must flee
Or they should’ve died with it too.
The cock crowed
on the final morn
And all gathered in to hear
The words of the One
The Magician Mighty
Who had created their escape
to a foreign land.
Author: Esther Davis
A Small and Simple Seed
I hold the seed,
Warm and burning with life.
Small? Yes.
Insignificant? No.
For though now small and simple
It can grow into a great thing.
If planted.
If watered.
If nourished.