the wrinkled seed rests in the soil,
waits, begins to grow,
reaching up, feeling the sun.
its first soft leaves turn green
in mulch, shaded by a large redwood,
and a child watches it grow.
he has not yet fallen in love
with the world;
it still scares him.
but he is curious; his
tiny sneakers muddy
his daddy's cap falls down his face,
and his mommy watches him run and play,
and cautions him away from a pond.
he laughs when he falls.
years later, the young man returns
riding up on his bike with his girlfriend,
his father's old cap on his head,
a contented smile on his face.
the air around him fizzes with happiness.
the seed is now a tree, gorgeous
yellow angel's trumpets hanging down.
he and his beloved sit on the edge of the pond,
and he proposes.