Each is sown from the same seed,
nurtured in changing seasons,
different soils and source do
cradle beneath rains light, heavy
or non-existent; shadows dark,
bright, sunshine heady and
powerful or diminished into
grey, clouded days and nights;
voices raised, or whispered,
faces shining, joyful, or now,
lowered, desperate, saddened;
so are the forms and shapes,
the hearts and minds, brought
into being in that garden where
siblings all must work and play.
nurtured in changing seasons,
different soils and source do
cradle beneath rains light, heavy
or non-existent; shadows dark,
bright, sunshine heady and
powerful or diminished into
grey, clouded days and nights;
voices raised, or whispered,
faces shining, joyful, or now,
lowered, desperate, saddened;
so are the forms and shapes,
the hearts and minds, brought
into being in that garden where
siblings all must work and play.
Very intuitive write for me--and makes me think about days with my sister--
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