What’s left inside?

It's been awhile since I last wrote a poem. Think the magic's still there... let's give it a try.

Digging down the soil. It’s Hard.

Water the clay, be mud.

Push deeper, it breaks.

Ground break… it stays.

Plant a tree. Bury the seed.

Let sun—light, let moon—light.

Pour water, It grows.

Too much, it throws.

Let nurture take its cause

It lies.

Let nature take its course

It dies.

Love, now and always,