Summer Riches
Tomatoes ripen on the stem;
Apples hang down low.
Summer riches now and then.
From seeds that once I sowed.
Plant your seeds with care and grace.
Nurture them with love.
Put them in where you have space,
As rain falls from above.
Slowly, and in their own right time,
They will manifest
The form with which they were endowed.
Richness comes at last.
Time for sowing,time for birth
Time for love of life.
Time to scatter seeds abroad.
Time to end our strife.
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