in an acre of field between the sun and moon i planted a seed of which i may take shade not now but in age and retiring thought to see with a nurturing hand not yet withered or weak a divot made by my animal self a gouge a scar in mother earth herself always wanting to receive the field has a blemish or two from others i discern an understatement of terms when a closer look betrays the valleys of flooded souls minds and hearts an excavation a totalitarian mass exploitation since when did we become such a solar power able to scorch this precious jewel on which we stand a disconnect or a disrespect maybe the two i concur without a shady place to lay a weary head and heart the field within becomes the place to hire and plant to coerce the unruly script of unwanted vines and fruit a cultivation of a merest state from where this growth pertains a culmination of genetic taste and pure abundant desire allows for the growth of a shady bower in which to rest
a tree in which to take shade
Posted - Jan 21 2021 : 5:08:13 PM
