Too much water too much sun decays roots leaves droop and hung
A fault of moisture a fault of sun dries the plant stunts roots still young
Too much heat too much cold withers growth of young and old
Dung too strong a death song, too weak growth bleak stem does fold
A crying child a temper wild, their creek oiled a child spoiled
Too much given desire riven nevermore striven success from them driven
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A fine write SB. That reminds me - dung - to dish up more sewage for KPs meals. lol. I am horrible. heehee.
Thanks Orchi you are quite the gentleman always looking for new recipes for your beloved. Appreciate the read and kind words.
Your poem revolves around the consequences of excess and imbalance, particularly in the context of growth—both in nature and in human development. The subject matter juxtaposes the nurturing of plants with the upbringing of children, suggesting that just as plants require a balance of water, sun, and nutrients, children also need a balanced environment to thrive. The poem warns against overindulgence and neglect, emphasizing that both extremes can lead to stunted growth and negative outcomes.
Right on Friendship your interpretation is what was envisioned in drafting this poem and little else need be said. Your review and interpretation are greatly appreciated
You're welcome, my friend
Wow, Friendship really does summarise this superb write . In my garden today here in early winter in the UK the first snowdrop, hemerocallis in bloom and birds singing in readiness for what lies ahead. Oh the circular joys of life.
Thank you Michael for the read and comment it is as always a pleasure to hear your comments
The type and consistency/inconsistency of nurture/neglect we get and give affects us all🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you Cryptic I deeply appreciate your comment and read of this piece it is a narrow trail between giving too much and not enough
In the good old days ,women had children ,men died at war and everyone was eating beans .
Alas ! we have lost that sens of balance ...
Thank you Lorenz for the the input. Yes I agree thousands of years of shaping a society that works discarded in the name of equality has upset the balance. We may be equal in rights but not otherwise as all nature points out,
The progression from plant to child works seamlessly.
It makes the poem feel like a living, breathing observation.
Thomas I appreciate your comment more than I can say and thank you for it
Soren, this is sharply observant. There’s a steady accumulation here that makes imbalance feel inevitable rather than accidental. It lands with a quiet heaviness. Very well done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
How much is too much when you love someone? When does giving become hurting? Today it seems that too much given results in expectation of entitlement and nothing is entitled in this world.
I hear you, for sure. 💯 There is no one who is entitled to anything in this world. Yet the sense of entitlement is at an all time high. Totally concur and hear you!
Thanks my friend got ya
Too much or too little of many things spoil life soren but there are always ways to move forward into new growth and a better world.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your review and words of encouragement they are always appreciated
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