16 A Seed Pod Sees Nothing Weston Roberts, English, Literature Concentration I saw a seed pod on the ground It lay with others, and it was brown With seeds that sow from their pocket To find their way to a socket While I remain there, looking down With life’s remains left all around But for the pod, it did not matter An organ cares not for what comes after The life of children that it bore Hear not the meaning of faith no more The path to life those children soar Comes of no consequence If a pod did have a mind And its state remained as I’ve defined Could it know the truth of a star And come to see things as they are
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