He plants a seed
of life in a field of
fading flowers.
I call for water
and He gives it.
even when I go days
without striving
for His ways.
I sprout back up.
and this time He fives sun.
yet I leave once more,
only for short-term fun.
but one time, I come back.
with a seed so strong
it can't be dried away.
there's no more silly games or play.
this is the real thing,
and I give myself upon You,
for it.