by Hasini Peyyala
For those who without a family
On the ground there was a seed
Trapped by the thickets
Of fear and greed
A hand reached down through the thick of it
“Who are you? What have you done?” the seed murmured
“Given you a home”, said the stranger
So the seed landed gently into a field of fruits flowered
Warmth ignited, and no more was the danger
Water cascaded down to the roots
The soil gifted nutrients daily
Hands picked weeds where they stood
The seed blossomed into a magnificent lady
Hasini is a current senior in high school. She is an avid reader. She enjoys writing and playingh board ghames in her free time.