Water Your Seeds

You loved the soil, before 
it bore fruit. So much so, the labor spent 
prepping the land seemed enjoyable. 
There you were, tools in hand, 
manipulating the land until it was perfect. 
You planted your seeds, 
ignoring a fertile Earth brings gifts. 
Agriculture wasn’t your strength, 
but you knew the lay of the land. 
The soil was good to you.
Your seeds started to bud, but 
where were you? You started to neglect your gardening.
You hardly pulled the weeds. The soil was left unwatered 
more often than not. Mother Earth was stubborn. 
Like a phoenix from the ashes,  the roots grew deep,
continued to sprout. The elements were good to her in your absence. 
Rain ever so gently swept across the thirsty land. 
Sun provided both energy and optimism. 
Come season’s end, the most beautiful garden 
stood without you.

-Majoogly