Produce

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...