Dry and depleted the soil lays to rest
Cradling a seed its sworn to protect
Under the law mother nature decrees
The soil is regarded in the highest respect
It takes a beating in the harshest conditions
Still it remains a stalwart holding the light
Hope cocooned in the void of darkness
Waiting to be seen as the miracle of life
When nature sheds her tears for the soil
It stirs a love that is transferred to the seed
Pure unconditional love rises from the ground
A miracle shines brightly for the world to see
Lovely poem for the first days of spring. Tender and soothing. 😊🌱 So glad you are here and writing. 💗
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Thank you so much Lia! I really do love spring. 😊🙏🌻
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‘Hope cocooned in the void of darkness’
So much like the human. Beautifully described the miracle of life.
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Yes so much is relative throughout the universe of life, thank you so much my friend. 😊🙏
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Why I enjoy gardening.
Art
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Yes indeed I do as well, thank you friend. 😊🙏
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Beautiful poem! So appropriate this lovely time of year!
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Thank you so much! 😊🙏
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You’re very welcome, Tone. 🙂
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