Monday, 4 April 2016

The Sower

The Sower

I walk on the dusty roads with my bag of seeds. As the wind blows it scatters my seeds and they spread all over the ground. I try to pick them up but little birds come and surround me, pecking at my feet. I leave and keep walking. Soon I get another visit from the wind, but, this time he blows my seeds to near-by boulders. Under the gazing sun the roots spring quickly, but, go dry in the bad soil. My  journey continues. Again, the wind comes visiting and blows my seeds all over the good soil.  After months of waiting and watering my crops grow into the most amazing vegetables to harvest.
By Valfh

1 comment:

  1. This is super descriptive writing Valfh. Thanks for sharing