"Glorious Shoot" - Poetry

How could I say about you
Little stuff in the morning dew
Laying on the ground
Dying near the pond

Ooh dear...
Permiate your water, you said,
to let my body wet

Poor little seed...
be joyful for the lit
shining upon you
flashing from the blue

It's time to grow
You're not lonely
The wind softly blow
Cheering you up lovely

Don't you realize:
Your death is a grace
for a new living
for what we're waiting?

Be a glorious shoot...
Cheer up your little leaves!
Look at us around you!
Lively garden welcome you!

*** Happy Easter 2007 ***

"Verily, verily, I say unto you: Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." - John 12,24