What do I see there upon the ground,
A Seed I See Almost Too Small To Be Found.
What Kind Of Seed, Its Hard To Tell
Using All Your Senses, From Taste To Smell.
How Ohh How Can We See,
What This Seed Can Truely Be.
I Dig A Hole Into The Soil,
Using Shovels And Hoe's, Do I Toil.
I Lay The Seed Into Its Home,
Cover it up With Dirt Until There Is A Dome.
I Water The Seed, Day To Day,
As Months Pass By, And Time I Pay.
Until One Day, What Do I See.
The Seed Has Sprouted, What Could It Be.
I Stoll Outside After Months Of Waiting
Time I Spent Anticipating,
I Move Toward The Garden,
And Come To The Realization, I Dont Really Care.
Not Even A Little Bit,
So I Grab A Stick, And Whack The Chit Out Of It.
Its The Journey That Matters, The How And What You Do,
But Inorder To Make It Simpler For All Of You,
Waiting For Unidentified Stuff To Grow Sucks.
(Kick Some Az Cutie.)
