From the seed to a mighty tree, it grows with purpose,
knowing the path it will follow from germination.
Pushing up through the earth, taking sustenance
from everything around it, from the air itself.
Converting all these resources to power it’s own needs
eventually to dominate the skyline, basking in it’s glory.
Pondering what my purpose is amongst all this growth,
am I asking too many questions of myself?
I am full of life’s wisdom and learning,
I feel like the seed fallen on infertile ground, wasted!

©2011 Trevor Litchfield

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  1. i would suggest you do something about it, if you feel like your life or time is wasted then do something that makes you feel good or something which makes you feel its worthwhile.. thanx for sharing.. 🙂

  2. The tree has it easy Trevor, it either succeeds in it’s quest to grow, or it doesn’t …Once it’s roots take hold, it’s place in the World and it’s fate is sealed. We on the other hand, grow at our own pace because we can’t help ourselves, we gain knowledge along the way, and nothing is ever wasted. Complex be our minds and complex be our own personal mission on this earth, no wonder we’re always asking questions. descriptive and thoughtful poem. xPenx

  3. A lovely, lovely poem. I think the longer we are alive, and when we look back, we have all asked ourselves those very questions at different points in our lives.
    Thank you for sharing.

  4. No you are not asking too many questions! It’s easy to lose your sense of purpose in times like these…if the world around us isn’t affecting us then we’re not paying attention. A life of daily struggle to survive intensifies our sense of helplessness. Not all of us are lucky enough to be born with the ability to look the other way, or “don’t worry be happy,” something these fortunate ones tell us we must do. As if. I have no magic words Trevor, nobody does, though they’ll say they do if only you meditate, or change your attitude, or think positively, or whatever. It’s hardly that simple. Knowing others have it worse is no consolation.

  5. PS—Trevor there’s no way to subscribe to comments that I can find.

  6. You can never ask too many questions! If you’ve landed on infertile ground shuffle over a little and take root amongst all the nourishment you need. I guess sometimes we all flounder and wonder if what we’re doing is what we want to do, and what we thought we’d be doing when we got there.

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    • I’ve been on WP over a year and always click “notify me of new comments” when I leave a comment so I can see the reply, if any. But I don’t see that option on this blog. I’m already subscribed, but comments to specific posts are separate from subscriptions. Is it just not showing up on my view of this?

  7. Indigo Spider

     /  August 13, 2011

    Nothing is truly wasted. Even the seed that has fallen on infertile ground becomes sustenance for something else. You can never ask too many questions. If you stop asking, you stop becoming your own sustenance, your own power for your needs. The ground might be infertile but you are not as this poem beautifully demonstrates.

  8. really enjoyed the read and the questions it ponders. really like your use of extended metaphor – it is very effective up to the last line, which is a surprise and wraps it neatly.

    sorry for taking a literally as your other commenters, i think the piece works well and was enjoyable to read. thought provoking.

  9. Raven

     /  August 17, 2011

    I love this metaphor and I love trees….
    You did this very well. I like it very much.
    warm feathery,

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