With a seed in his hand,
His adventure began.
To a land unknown.
And a dream with a plan.

He searched the world,
With his precious seed,
With his leather bag
And a water canteen.

On the mountain tops,
He endured.
In the abyss,
Was light from within.

Yet, he never gave up,
Knowing it was near.
A bed for his seed to rest in,
And food for it to grow.

One day he woke up,
With a vision of hope.
He quickly ran
To a place unknown.

There he planted his jewel,
Slowly placing it in soil.
And quickly fed his seedling,
With water, sun, and joy.

Years went by,
His seed grew and bore fruit,
And with a sigh, he said,
“You are good.”

And that was the truth.
As he opened good fruit,  
And ventured again,
With another seed in his hand.