Wednesday, February 24, 2010

What’s left inside?

It's been awhile since I last wrote a poem. Think the magic's still there... let's give it a try.

Digging down the soil. It’s Hard.
Water the clay, be mud.
Push deeper, it breaks.
Ground break… it stays.
Plant a tree. Bury the seed.
Let sun—light, let moon—light.
Pour water, It grows.
Too much, it throws.
Let nurture take its cause
It lies.
Let nature take its course
It dies.

Love, now and always,


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