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The Seed Beneath the Garden

A mustard seed, a nail, and the quiet turning of the earth.

By Michelle Liew Tsui-LinPublished 8 months ago β€’ 1 min read

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.

πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ‘πŸŒ±

A mustard seed

A nail, to heed

Pressed into ground

Plain, no sound.

πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ‘πŸŒ±

The earth now shifts

Roots seek new space

TheΒ  groundΒ  then lifts

With spirit's trace.

πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ‘πŸŒ±

The planted seed stays

Grows down, not to sky;

In the dark, it prays

Time treads slowly by

πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ‘πŸŒ±

The garden recalls

The seed once sown

The place where it falls

Ground heaved, leaves strewn.

πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ±πŸŒ‘πŸŒ±

Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.

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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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    Written by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin