A Creation

by Raven Rideau

A seed is planted ready for birth
And now holds a part of God's precious earth.

The light shines upon it, from rain it is wet.
It grows all day until the sun sets.

The seed takes root deep below the ground.
You cannot see it, it makes no sound.

It has no worries, only one goal in mind,
To bring joy to someone and leave a memory behind.

Out of the ground many shall sprout.
There is a definite beauty within, no doubt.

A small round bud appears from the stem
With careful nourishment to each and every limb.

What will appear is the patient uncertainty
And the force within to at last be free.

Everyday counts, unfolding into birth.
It is precious and limited with very special worth.

And a single beam from the sun's light
Makes possible this marvelous sight.

The tiny bud has blossomed, now God is done
With work so creative, my attention He has won.

What is so radiant that none could oppose
The sweet and tender feeling to behold a ROSE!