One taking their last breaths, the other when forgotten, man suffers two deaths
On this site reside, poets new others tried, feelings of people that write
Goldfinch king with numbers read, Orchidee next in hymns to be sung not said
A poem unread is a poem dead, read other\'s work your muse to incite
A word unuttered kept inside is a poem that\'s died, a message never spread
Plant your words in fertile soil, with ink your pen oil, stain of words that bleeds
Spill words on the page, with your poems engage your readers
From life and poets pick your seeds, discarding rocks and unwanted weeds
Planted deep in fertile readers, they\'ll grow to tall cedars and future leaders