Creation - Poem by e.e. wilholt
I planted some tomatoes this spring.
Oh, the fruit I bear!
The red tomato
I hold ripens
The life I give
Grows the seed of my being
And the fertility I have proved
That is the color
Of life unto death unto life
Mother Earth, mine is Creation
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