Soil

The forest beckons.
Invites and welcomes us in.
Trees, creeks, reeds, seeds, peace.

The garden summons.
Saplings grow and plants bear fruit.
Sun, soil, water, faith.

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T’was a wet winter, 
and a long, cool, soggy spring.
Surprising gardens.

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Sky water, soil food,
and light from above, that’s it.
Green growth, flowers, fruit.

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The garden, asleep,
dreams of bountiful harvests.
The seeds do their thing.

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Every tiny seed.
They know well what they must do, 
when and how to grow.

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The seeds sprout open,
and the big moon pumpkins swell.
All in their due time.

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In the hot compost
leftovers are cooked slowly.
Brand new soil is born.