The Last Seed

By Jaiya Webbs

Ms. Saccomano’s Fifth Grade class and

Mrs. Doherty’s Arts Integration class

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As the last seed touched, I felt history

Filling in my head, the colors

blue, green, pink, red,

the colors of the rainbow.

I have the responsibility,

the responsibility to restore everything that was lost.

Fate is in my hands.

Fate feels smooth and exciting,

round and flat.

Walking home, I felt the rush of blood pump through me.

I went home,

and buckets of water

that used to seem meaningless,

soon seemed so important.

The sun and the air helped out a lot.

After the water hit the ground,

on top of the seed, everything had color.

Everything shined.

Everything was restored.