The little Nymph that, with her gently stirring hands,
Will gift a Life to humble plants who dot the land
And animates, awakes the simple, common soil
Reiterates our Souls’ own churning, living toil.
Without it dead, yet men would fight their Inner Nymphs.
Ignore It? Some, but most see as antagonist
That Vital Thing, their Psyche that gives chance to vie,
And firm insist that should It leave they wouldn’t die.
Ashamed of man I sometimes almost long to be
A plant who has no thoughts, thus none ungratefully.
Will gift a Life to humble plants who dot the land
And animates, awakes the simple, common soil
Reiterates our Souls’ own churning, living toil.
Without it dead, yet men would fight their Inner Nymphs.
Ignore It? Some, but most see as antagonist
That Vital Thing, their Psyche that gives chance to vie,
And firm insist that should It leave they wouldn’t die.
Ashamed of man I sometimes almost long to be
A plant who has no thoughts, thus none ungratefully.
Jade.I.Am
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