The Gardener, the whisper and the seed

"The Gardener, the whisper and the seed"

A seed was planted by the riverside
In a time when goodness filled the air
The caring Gardener will help it grow
Among the weed and thistle there

As time drew on, and roots took hold
It found that it was well in need
Of the Gardener’s caring hand
Among the thistle and the weed

Strong it grew, beyond compare
Its seeds were taken by the wind
Finding rest in fertile ground
They sprung to life to honor Him

High above the thorns it stood
Stretched outward, far in autumn sky
Gazing the span of wood and earth
It hears a whispered lie

“You’re the reason you belong” the whisper said
“To carry on so endlessly
The Gardener who sows wide the span
Does not want you here so free

"The grandest by the riverside
You boldly rule the air and ground
Who by earth can well compare
There is none to be found

"And look, the thorns that wind so low
They’re no burden for you to stand
You no longer need the Gardener’s care
To keep them from this fruit of land”

So there it stood to ponder well
The whisper’s brief, beguiling song
In time its pride grew past reproach
Hence, bid the Gardener to be gone

As time drew on, a season came
A wayward spell like none before
It dried the land a darkened gray
The rains that swept they came no more

With thirst the thorns grew far and wide
Wrapped up around the grandest seed
Their hold grew stronger and deeper still
longing to quench their wretched need

Still in the realm, the Gardener’s hand
Took care of those of lowly will
He kept the thorns at distant ground
And groomed the land with caring till

The grandest by the riverside
Grew weaker as the season passed
Its sides did wither in the winds
Each breath became a trying task

It glanced its last over the span
The grandest of all other seed
And in death it whispered its silent cry
Among the thistle and the weed