Hundreds and thousands of seeds
Keep falling from the tree
To get blown away by the wind
Washed away by water
Or buried beneath the soil.
Most find the world too hostile
And quickly embrace death,
But some show courage to sprout.
Fighting vagaries of weather,
Foiling evil designs of man
Sprouts slowly turn into plants
And plants into tall trees,
Producing thousands of seeds.
It is on some small stubborn seeds
That the forest depends for survival.