Seeds

Every day we’re planting seeds.

Seeds of roses and seeds of thorns

That will grow, entangle, and spread

Until we see a garden

Full of the wild, beautiful, harsh, and tame.

Seeds full of past mistakes

And new lives– both good and bad–

All within a ground we’ve sown

And all to become something larger,

To all reach for the sun beyond the trees.

Yes, every day we’re planting seeds,

Some for us to touch and kiss and see;

Some for us to hide from,

And some for us to wish for but never hold

As the future beckons for growth

Beyond you and me.

–Written by Sandy Heights

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