Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Unpretentious


They're open
to receive
hydrating
dew,
to absorb
a saturating
light,
roots-
outstretched
to embrace
the shadows,
no matter
dark
or bright.

These ears
resonate
with happy
rhythm,
called
to amplify,
manifest
the ancient
intent
for abundance,
freedom,
tenacity
for
success.

Grounded
with
composting
worms,
while
there's
no rain,
they’re
kept
in eternal
moist,
when it’s hot -
stock in
a trade.

Infused
with
the bodies’
sweat,
brought
to melting
pot,
they’re
mixture of
bloods
and gifts,
fertilized
to fit in
the spot…


5 comments:

  1. They only take what they need in order to take seed

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  2. i like the slight personification...their ears tuned...ha...i think nature def has its own song...and all it needs as well to survive...we get to play a small part in it every once in a while...smiles..

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  3. Loved the way you described them!

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