There is a timer set inside
The heart of every seed
Without gardener’s permission
Up sprouts the ready weed.
The snow melt quenches early thirst
When the soil is warm, it knows.
That seed without my worried glance
Will grow and grow and grow.
I need not fret o’er bloomers late
But give my love and cheer
To keep the heart safe, warm, and true
The soul, wet with my prayer.
’Twas made to grow. ’Twas made to bloom!
Days passing, I’ll not count
For every single, precious seed
Will find it’s time to sprout.