Fertile Ground Poem by Poetheart Morgan
Fertile Ground
Once a farmer
always a good sower
dropping of branches of the pines trees
there, was the seed!
how tiny and succulent was the fruit
from that tree
one ~ among ~
others, served between a cup of hot tea
that remain as an empty capsule
petrified inside the walls of the Great home Symbol
the fruits falling down
wasted on the ground
resisting at the wind and the well too
~ waiting ~
in a lent memory of nature
despair also exists
to lay claim her hands
even she, never asking for help
its the nature of brothers
and had a mother and father and some other people
crying there!
The seed getting rid
mirror of water
just a shallow intention
on that fertile ground!
in fertile ground seeds grow into lovely plants. tall and strong weak soil not so good
seeds souls and between that what your hands are sowing............ wow one piece full and alive well done
What will the surprise do next....well the fertile ground hold the next chapter of how and what the seed going to be..nice work! _Soul
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4/26/2024 12:34:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
fertile ground- plant more trees of poems