Author Information
The Seed
Folder:
Old Unrefined Material It is spring time,
I have looked for the perfect seed,
And I thought I had found it,
But with my clumsy hands, I have lost it.
I worry, I panic, even if I have so much time,
It is the seed I believe to be the one,
For my future garden,
To grow, before winter comes to claim all.
beautiful