A small seed upon the wind,
It soars high in the sky;
It is free to be itself,
No matter the cost of flight.
I set it free,
It wasn't meant to be mine;
A seed belongs to itself,
To me, only for a time.
That so small a seed,
Can bring such joy and love;
It brings pain and hurt too,
It is the cost of love, it's true.
Love is many things,
Forgiveness a part of it too;
I forgave the small seed,
Before it even knew.
Written by M. White on March 23, 2003
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