Magic Beans
Out of the shadows, towards winter’s end
A man emerged and mumbled some words
His breath punched my face, he held out his hand
Against my own rules I gave him some coins
His hand ventured deep under his coat
Just where to exactly I don’t want to know
These beans are Magic, he cleared his throat
Light, water and warmth and they will grow
They sat, and they soaked, they swelled and they sat
Hope started to flow, two sprouts saw the light
The green that I saw brings dead back to life
The power of gravity, to rise they must fight
They lived and created, despite poor location
They gave what they had; life and inspiration
Whenever you’re tired whenever your low
Light, warmth and some water and magic beans grow!
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2015
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