Long have seeds been spread upon ground,
In hopes that something familiar will arise.
Water reach root while leaf reaches toward sky,
My mind has turned away from this scene.
Occupied attentions watched ignorant minds,
While social foundations long cracked now crumble.
As the world turns within velvet black,
My bit of earth responds in kind.
With mountains aflame from crown to root,
And fields turned full bearing rich results of green growth.
So long have I been distracted poised upon an electronic edge,
That I forgot how Mother Nature continually moves.
Verdancy waits for no mortal decision,
Those young shoots forgotten by short lived minds.
Yet they followed suit upon natural design,
And are now ready for harvest to better mankind.
How I hope upon a vivid rind so beautifully lined,
That I may center this disturbed and perturbed mind.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.