Dream Seeds Poem by Adam MacLir

I put all my seeds in one soil
Watered it and watched it fail
Wither, drown and die
I watered it again and with a sigh
Watched it creep and fall to decay
And so I left it arid, dull and astray
Drought crusted with ripped open wounds
Stiff dry with desiccated bump like tombs
Deserted the soil turned to ash
Swept away within a mighty gush
And in an instant my little earth was lost
Rushed to nothing, melted away like hot frost

And so I must build a new soil
One that will not break and become frail
One dripped wet and fresh with life
Where plants dwell happy without strife
A world green, good and at rest
Well, one can only dream to one’s best