Healing Herbs
It's not the herbal
That grows over the sea,
Behind the mountain,
But the herb that grows
With you in the same yard
The plants that hermit found
Unnoticed, overgrown weeds
Of plantains, onions, or bulb forms
That matter most for healing
Of body, soul and thoughts.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2025
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