Sowing Seeds of Good Deeds

Dee saw a seed and planted it in the garden over yonder. The next day dawn dewed on its nectar with sweet delight. She was sitting next to the kayak and began to ponder, “is it I? It is I who took the lid off a daffodil for proper sunlight.” She was in a doom mood all Winter when love betrayed her in ways only epic sagas could ever begin to understand. But then Spring came, she said, “NOW I WON!” And she played in her yard with her tiny senile felines that fit in her hand. It was always Springtime when she deified her civic life, Ere, a season to remember that she is a surreal survivor. She deleveled the fact she never was a mom nor a wife, and said, “dad and sis believe in me, I’m nature’s reviver”. She never said a murdrum peep to anyone out of distaste or hate, for she shall never live evil as long as she keeps joy in her eye. She loved to wow herself in the many meaningful journals she did create, and when she died her last words were, “in words alas, drown I”. Palindromes II Contest Joseph May October 22, 2018