It all starts here

Garden catalogs at the library.
"For the earth bringeth forth fruit of herself; first the blade, then the ear, after that the full corn in the ear." — Gospel of Mark 4:28


For veggie, flower, or tree,
Whatever plant you need,
Whatever you would grow,
It all begins with seed.

And some are large as beans
And others very small.
They hide inside the earth
To spring forth strong and tall.

Rain quenches all their thirst,
The sun's their only food. 
God made their varied kinds
And said that all were good.

Without them we'd be cursed —
No food and no delight.
They make our medicines
And turn our sickrooms bright.

They gladden us in spring,
In fall they bear us fruit.
In winter catalogs
We dream of root and shoot.

Some keep their gardens wild,
While some like Mendel breed.
Whate'er your preference be,
It all begins with seed.

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Note to biologists and other sticklers for precision,
including lovers of ferns, mushrooms, and other plants without seeds:
I claim poetic license. 
I rest on my rule of thumb: "Close enough for government work."