A seed planted in young, fertile soil
with no understanding of how it gestates
spreads
suffocates.
The old roots are gripped by the intruder,
a growth alien to the orchard
and if you can find the soil
under the leaves and thick thorns
then you can try and plant another,
something to combat the only instinct the soil has left
- Author: distorted mikey ( Offline)
- Published: May 19th, 2022 14:56
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 24
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