Growing...

 Nature Stories
Growing by Frances Camp Duggar

"Come, little seed,' said the sunshine gay,
"You must burst, burst, burst, from your coat today."

So the little seed burst its coat quite wide,
But the world looked so big and so dark outside.

Then the sunbeams whispered, "Just feel around,
And push, push, push, till you reach the ground."

So the seed held tight by each tiny root,
And pushed through the ground with its sharp little shoot.

Then the little green shoot could hear the rain
Saying, "Drink, drink, drink," quite loud and plain.

So the little shoot drank and the little roots too,
Till the rain must have filled them through and through.

Then the little shoot wondered which way to go,
Till the sunbeams cried, "You must grow, grow, grow."

So the little shoot grew and thought it fun
To hold up its leaves toward the glowing sun.

Then the wind blew by, with a breeze behind,
And they called to the shoot, "You must wind, wind, wind."

So the little plant reached toward the pole it found,
And with tiny tendrils it wound and wound.

"Work hard, little plant," cried the sun one day,
"You must bloom, bloom, bloom, for the first of May."

So the little plant worked-days, one, two, three,
Then proudly it lifted a pink sweet pea.

Catching butterflies, reading under a tree, feeding a squirrel and watering a garden.