The Seed Beneath the Garden
A mustard seed, a nail, and the quiet turning of the earth.

Today is Plant a Flower Day.
All gardeners understand that plants don't grow uniformly. Some thrive in strong sunlight. Others in darker corners. Some don't thrive at all.
And there are those seeds that grow a little at a time.
Like the little mustard seed that takes time to grow - but burgeons when it does.
Here's to the seeds that take a little time.
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A mustard seed
A nail, to heed
Pressed into ground
Plain, no sound.
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The earth now shifts
Roots seek new space
TheΒ groundΒ then lifts
With spirit's trace.
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The planted seed stays
Grows down, not to sky;
In the dark, it prays
Time treads slowly by
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The garden recalls
The seed once sown
The place where it falls
Ground heaved, leaves strewn.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's March Challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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