Stems - a Greater Harvest

The tags are labels placed on a table. Beginning with A and ending with Z, the labels placed on the table enables me to readings. I defeated being judgmental and did not become analytic. My mind is a schema. The stems are roots ending. Argumentative are the colors exploding. White becomes mixed and black is a misted. Meaning is that both are within an element. The bags that I carry appear to be heavy but they are not. They are held many ways so that my arms will not tire. I walk with a slight lean to my shoulder because my purse must strap. I arch upright like a cat. The stems rooted and garlic is scape. The railroad track is the shortcut we take. The blood is enriched and the heart strengthens. Once grown, he knows life ascertains. Pulling back the curtains, he views the beautiful garden planted by his beloved mother. The clothes in this bag I will wash completing my chores for today. Once done, I will leave to find something to enhance my life. I feel agitated and I must relax. Tomorrow will be one of the best days in time. The stem is a broken root. It uses or loses its route to new growth. The knowledge it provides is wisdom to the planter. The stem asks the question of why did this happen.