Seedlings DreamingA Poem by thewholesoulI would bet my house that you will enjoy this oneI was buried alive and woke underground yet covered by darkness I dreamt of a flower, tunneling skywards to follow my dream the promise of light would color me green! Emerging from darkness to cradle of blue where pillows were clouds of marshmallow dew I gleefully sprout off gorgeous gold rays and sip from the soil sweet pure meadow rains. And as petals unfurl to fragrance the breeze I’m tickled by butterflies! Hummingbirds! Bees! The fruits of my labor for everyone’s gain I offer my beauty to lessen your pain... So bury my seedlings neath blanket of dirt in darkness they’re dreaming of flowers on Earth © 2015 thewholesoul |
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