Lowly buds Stand alone
Still fixed with hesitation
Sit idly by Never cry
Awaiting transformation

Seed Fertilized,Planted,Nourished,Tilled 

Another reckless harvest

The Soil,The sun,The air,The rain
Divided by the forest

A careless cropper stands his ground
Digs up viciously by the root

It tells little
Of the dangerous muse
Leaving her voices mute

Garden blossoms
Hearty trees, Verdure
The only growth we save

Yet as a storm cloud quenches
So shall we rise
Like a phoenix from the grave

If my heart is a poem
Not a weed
I too shall beat again

Only there is no earth
No water, Light nor sky
Much to my distain

We love all things of earth
Water, Flora   Even rock

 From a branchless trunk

 open palms

replace hands on a clock