I am a crazy garden
tomatoes laying on the ground rotting
But also ripe ones
juicy, ready to be eaten
And green ones full of potential
I am the muddy worn path children have run on over and over
And the tangled forgotten one
Almost invisible.
I am the seeds planted with loving hands and intention
And I am the neglect
I am the seeds planted by chance
and by the unknown wisdom
of the wind and rains.
I am the waiting seeds and the cool dark earth under deep cover.
I am the mysterious cobwebs
Brilliant flowers, dripping berries, and over grown branches.
I am dying patches and brown leaves.
I am a feast for bugs
I am the unkempt bramble
The fertile soil
messy, joyous
full of stories
gifts
and possibilities.
tomatoes laying on the ground rotting
But also ripe ones
juicy, ready to be eaten
And green ones full of potential
I am the muddy worn path children have run on over and over
And the tangled forgotten one
Almost invisible.
I am the seeds planted with loving hands and intention
And I am the neglect
I am the seeds planted by chance
and by the unknown wisdom
of the wind and rains.
I am the waiting seeds and the cool dark earth under deep cover.
I am the mysterious cobwebs
Brilliant flowers, dripping berries, and over grown branches.
I am dying patches and brown leaves.
I am a feast for bugs
I am the unkempt bramble
The fertile soil
messy, joyous
full of stories
gifts
and possibilities.
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