Angel Tree

spreading her wings to glide on the wind,
draped cloth covering skin while loosely pinned,
landing to the grass field as ripples blow the lawn,
her nose takes in the air and scent of the dawn,
until something small enters her eye,
blinking with the pain and beginning to cry,
turning around distracted by this tiny thing,
covering her face with her right stretched out wing,
removing the seed with a tear soaking it,
she drops it to the ground forgetting that bit,
flying away as the wind picked up more,
as the seed falls in the cracks to the core,
growing and drinking deep in the ground,
pushing out of a the dirt from the mound,
sprouting a tree that grows tall and true,
in the middle of the field is where it grew,
spreading its leaves to capture the sun,
as the birth of a teared seeds life has begun.