Sways painting upward with others
like brothers and sisters they are
more of a family grown close.
This time of year breeds strength of closeness
Skinless noiseless and breathless they move
Absent of belief in choice and sight
Unable to self feed sleep or walk
Still together their bond won't self break
As human bonds are accustomed to
As flesh needs of that which is rooted
Bearing fruit delightful smells and air
Stepped on and still standing through it all
Leans left, lean right then sways pointing upward
And what do they believe in or see?
And how do they agree sin or bleed?
This is the time of year growth begins
sinless, choiceless and threatless they move
If only families were plants...
Copyright © J Hamilton Gist | Year Posted 2015