The Seeds of Time, by Suzette Richards - image generated.
A Free Verse sonnet
'If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not …' Macbeth, by William Shakespeare (Act I, Scene 3 act)
If we could look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, we would arrange our affairs defiantly in the face of current opposition. If a thought should geminate and flourish in the barren soil of the status quo, it would likely be by sheer providence that ideas would come to fruition. Our dreams, our very imagination, are what keep our momentum in this world. Sans the prospect of incremental feats, we would not strive to attain excellence. If the portent of riches entices us, would we forsake every value system to attain the pinnacle of success? No one could portend the foreordained path.
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