hands buried in warm soil today
while dreams stretch beyond tomorrow
every seed is a whispered promise
a covenant with untouched seasons ahead
the earth cradles the silent beginnings
trusting light to find its way
watering is more than simple ritual
it is faith poured into every root
we plant what we may never see
but hope blooms in unseen corners
nurturing is an act of resistance
against the harshness of fleeting times
each sprout rising a quiet reminder
of life’s ache to keep reaching forward
gardens are stories we write slowly
and believe without knowing the ending
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Comments2
Nicely written with a great message set in wonderful metaphor as well. Nicely penned
Excellent write
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