Hearing an ancient song
in the translucent tongue of cells,
we bend to unearth a solitary bulb
or watch a sweet bud swell.
Rich rhythms tap out the seasons
in endless hoop-shaped rounds.
As wisdom keeps harmony's reason,
we strive to strengthen its sound.
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Out of this Earth
PoetryMusings on the luminous sometimes whimsical world of human love: Bring your heart to the Garden for a feast of Earthly delights but come prepared for unexpected twists and dark turns along the way.
