At repose, I am deep in thought
Staring up at the Skies
Seeing nothing
But the Stars
Living their moments in full
The days pass in a blur
Years flying as the birds
Flapping away
Into the distant winds
Getting lost amidst the tangled mass
It is never for long enough
Each day a step further down
The steep narrow aisle
Once planted in the fields
Is a seed of a kind
Now it grows and returns
A lasting fruit
That will glow in each memory
A seed of a kind
Never lost amidst the tangled mass
Our fragrances as we pass by
Stands out in the stark dark
The only seed of a kind
To spread over this place
Is the treasure of a human touch
All musings are mine.
I am @edith-4angelseu and thank you for stopping by my neighbourhood.
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The first paragraph or poem evoked in me a memory of my favourite summer activity, staring up at the sky.
I appreciate the words “treasure of human touch”. For me, it’s truly the act of kindness and gentleness.
Staring up at the summer sky? I love doing that a lot too, it's always a reflective moment for me.
Thank you so much for coming around 🙏
I see it as a generic description of the world, at times it seemed like a description of life when talking about seeds.
Life is a seed, yes, and so is kindness or thoughtfulness.
Thank you so much for reading.