A planter passed this way one day,
And scattered seeds about,
The birds flew in with shouts of glee,
To check the banquet out.

Some they ate, and some they dropped,
Upon the welcoming earth;
Plants grew up, their seeds formed well,
Eager for rebirth.

Those tiny birds can tell us much;
To share, for who knows when
The planter will return,
To gather seeds to spread again.
  Edie Batstone