Chaff and Grain (Poem)

A little seed is planted, deep in the ground
A little promise within, greater to be found

The seedling sprouts, digging through moist earth
Searching in darkness, for warmth and it's birth

The sprout breaks soil, gladly tasting the sun
Now it can begin to grow, its life certainly begun

The stalk grows tall, stretching for the sky
It bobs gently on the winds, never knowing why

The roots grow deeper, seeking water there
Sprout soaks in sun's love, growing without a care

Taller still it does grow, but now the days grow short
A crown weighs down its head, but its life it will not abort

Harvest time has come, it sees its neighbors fall
It is severed from its roots, but this is not all

A thrashing soon follows, such blows to its head
Seeds scatter from the crown, and these gathered instead

The chaff is placed aside, and then taken away
I wish my readers follow, and know what I say

The seeds drawn from the chaff, are really you and I
The chaff is just worldly things, that we have to lay aside

In each of us
Golden seeds are found
Where this world is going
Our true selves are not forever bound

-ESA