On the rocks where four corners meet

There is a stone that doubles as a seat,

Where thinkers go to sit and think

Where a cactus grows without a drink

Where people flee when pushed to the brink

Where sand grinds the stone flat as it sinks.

Planted seeds grow beneath bare feet

So with the flowers we plant grain and wheat,

Our harvest sweet we glean with who we meet

As nature changes season without defeat,

We are blessed to live lives of significant soil

To have this ground to sacrifice our lives in toil,

To grow as roses blossom in planted gardens

The light shines from a heart that never hardens.

The inch worm crawls for his new home,

The caterpillar builds a chrysalis dome,

But the butterfly flies over top of it all

Never remembering when it was so small

Or that there was a branch before the fall

Now surrenders its will to natures call.

This entry was posted on Thursday, September 3rd, 2009 at 10:46 am and is filed under Poetry.