Because of Seeds

  

Yay! Buffet!

The little birdies holler,

As they go to feast from squalor

Because of seeds.

The man has fed them well,

They stuff until they swell,

They flit from pile to pile,

And if birds could, they’d smile.

Because of seeds.

Soon the feast is over,

And the squirrels move in from cover.

Busy hands, bulging cheeks,

Climbing trees, they wish for beaks!

Because of seeds.

And then the tiny move in,

Trying hard to find what’s left, then,

They eat, and even they have met their needs.

Because of seeds.

Two days later, Man comes back again!

The woods alive with news becomes a din!

They fly in, twitter, chirp, and tweet,

The meal is just so very sweet!

Because of seeds.

Isn’t that our job on earth, my friend?

To go and plant The Seed until the end?

For we are God’s Seed planters,

And isn’t that all that matters?

That Heaven will be filled,

Because of seeds!