It begins with a seed
It appears in your hand
Startled, some are dropt
And lost among the filth
Others are guarded
And carefully nurtured
Wringing out the brain
Squeezing a few drops
To water our gift
The bud appears
Coaxed open with a pen
Painted with ink
With beautiful paper leaves
1 comment:
oooh. I love the ending. It's lovely. (btjm: consider cutting the rest a little? so it doesn't take away from the delightful conclusion? Like the thing about some being lost in the filth... you might not want the reader to go so long before they have a glimps of what you're talking about and that part may take from the overall feal.):) I like it. - gypsie
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