I stand beside
the quiet revolution.
Of planting seeds,
of pouring rain.
The wide-eyed bird
doesn’t want to fly.
Some hands corrupt
the innocence of children.
We rotate, we jump.
The message is clear.
If a heart is in pain,
it can’t easily love.
2018
yes –
🙂
I need to get back to my poetry writings…nice
thanks 😊