CHANCES ARE

Chances are, a seed will grow roots after its planting.
Place it where the sun can shine in its surrounding,
Shower it when it thirsts for water and nourishment,
Let it know it's in your care with encouragement.

The seed is the root of a plantation,
From one grow many, with given duration,
Chances are, there may be concerns on its way,
But none that the  breeze cannot brush away.

The root of mankind is nourished by the seed,
To some, it is vanished from the time of deed,
While placed in grounds where there's no trace,
The root of what once was, can no longer brace.

Fortunate are those given an ethical past,
Knowing their breed for generations to last,
In this encompass, the root knows its place,
For chances are, no misgivings it will face.

Yana Petkov
19th March 2005