The seeds fell

From the trees

The leaves

We’re buried below

The seeds fell

From the tree

To mix in with the snow

The seeds turned white to

Splotches of yellow

Specks of brown

streaks of black

All over the town

sketches of the wind

splashes of life

Spoons of the vine

Each seed dropped give us freely

Reminding us gently

That seeds are sown all year around

Some would be eaten and the others grown

But seeds are sown all year around