the poems that grow
are not mine;
they are yours
to hold and consume,
or to stand by
and watch in silence -
a tree bears fruits
not for its own needs;
it holds them
with grace and love
for all those
who are hungry
and in need.
are not mine;
they are yours
to hold and consume,
or to stand by
and watch in silence -
a tree bears fruits
not for its own needs;
it holds them
with grace and love
for all those
who are hungry
and in need.
