Sun Sown
The Sun sows seeds of mirth
Now sprouting in a sea of dearth
The seeds will follow reason
From the fallow into life
Your season on this Earth.
The way my life weaves
The swaying of trees
My roots in the Earth will stay
A tree which grows towards the sun
Never would the journey done
Waves crashing on stone
Weave silence and tone
Seafoam sings prismatic spray
The last wave to reach the shore
Fell too fast to teach love’s Lore
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