A Harvest Poem

I spied a seed drop onto the soil

I spied a drop of rain fall on the soil

I spied a shoot come up from the ground

I spied a leaf open up on the shoot

I spied a ray of sunlight fall on the leaf

I spied a flower grow on the stem

I spied a seed form as the flower withered

I spied a farmer reap the seed

I spied a farm hand sheaf many seeds

I spied a mill grind the seeds

I spied a baker bake a loaf of bread

I spied a woman take the bread to the harvest celebration

I spied everyone eat the bread, giving praise

I spied the girl who beheld this awesome sight.

FN