Recycling
Poem by Wendy Davie
Some seeds we planted in a row.
We watered and fed them and watched them grow.
At last they sprouted and grew for weeks,
Until we had crisp, fresh lettuce to eat;
But the sign of death appeared: it seemed impossible for us to compete!
Off to the compost they had to go,
To feed the worms and rot and so-
To become an entirely different thing–
a little paper, some leaves and such-
Maybe a little blood and bone would be the touch.
It seemed to take no time at all; when all was prepared for us to go,
And simply plant another row.
The first so fresh and crisp to eat,
But as we failed and could not compete;
They became a food of a different kind,
And fed the worms and soil – why had we been so terribly blind?
To see the cycles the LORD prepares,
To show His children He truly cares!
We watered and fed them and watched them grow.
At last they sprouted and grew for weeks,
Until we had crisp, fresh lettuce to eat;
But the sign of death appeared: it seemed impossible for us to compete!
Off to the compost they had to go,
To feed the worms and rot and so-
To become an entirely different thing–
a little paper, some leaves and such-
Maybe a little blood and bone would be the touch.
It seemed to take no time at all; when all was prepared for us to go,
And simply plant another row.
The first so fresh and crisp to eat,
But as we failed and could not compete;
They became a food of a different kind,
And fed the worms and soil – why had we been so terribly blind?
To see the cycles the LORD prepares,
To show His children He truly cares!