Milkwort Seeds Poem by Mark Heathcote

Side of the spilling over milkwort seed
Is a rock full of anger and greed?
He once was envious as can be
Seething at your little blue force
With a look of envy at that giant of me
He once was like me - as I too
Was once like a little milkwort seed.
Like you, I too once was envious
Of the blue sky that rose of course
Every morning for a spell
Over a little rocky dell
Oh little milkwort seed you'll grow
By a rock that's force shall crumble
Into me and you again
Into the soil and flower again
I guess we're all heaped-together the same?
Little, little, little milkwort seeds.