July 21, 2011
By Ashley Mason BRONZE, Sturbridge, Massachusetts
Ashley Mason BRONZE, Sturbridge, Massachusetts
4 articles 3 photos 11 comments

Sun gives birth to burrowed seed
Feeding life that eats with greed
She softly lulls them from the ground
Sings with strength but not with sound
She picks them up and builds them high
Arms outstretched to touch the sky
But still below her must they stay
And with the wind her children play

Growing old and drying out
Mother yellow causes drought
Drinking life to quench her thirst
The deed is harsh but not her first
She watches as her baby cries
And wilts until it slowly dies

Again, again the cycle goes
One things gone, another grows
She loves each one more than the last
But on her soul the curse was cast

She may give life and watch it grow
But murders all, and watches slow

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on Jul. 28 2011 at 6:09 pm
CarnationXXRains BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"An ye harm none, do what ye will" Wiccan Rede

Very beautiful, it resonates.

on Jul. 27 2011 at 12:38 pm
JessicaShari SILVER, Auburn Hills, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
{L O V E} Why is everyone trying to find it? Maybe it's hidden for a reason...

This is very good, very well written, and the imagery is amazing. Bravo!


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