Heal....

the seed was sown , it fell on the muddy ground ,,
with ambitions to turn into a tree on d same muddy ground

the sun rose that day ,, they told me it was a sunday . .
it was dark wen i came into light ,, i was born that day
i must hav cried that day ,, for sure ,,,,,, i mus hav cried

the seed developed roots ,, it held on to the ground
it grew into a sapling wid the winds and the rain , the sun

the days passed the boy grew wid da summers
with da rains n d stars at the night
the soul went wet and the body was soaked he grew
he was taught the bad , the good and the true

sapling grew into a small tree it saw da same summer
the same winter and the same watery rain ,, it kept on growing
the muddy ground now its home ,, bad but its much needed home

a teen he was called now , knowin wat mus not be done
wat must never be done and wat was impossible, he was alone
he was educated ; he was a leader wid no followers

the mud was all over it , but it was living to grow
there wer insects there wer parasites ,,
it was growing the only one on the mud ,, its roots wer in mud

One day the sun rose again ;
the man smiled that day ,, this day he knew wat was to be done
wat was to be followed and wer was he to go ,,
he shrugged ,, he truged the mud was still there but it was on his feet now

there was spring ; there was dew
the parasites dead the insects dead
the bird twittered it was bright again ,,
there was mud ,, it was grown in mud ,,
but it was on his roots ,, the seed was a tree now !!