Poet tree

With words I sow

Scattering them around with wild abandon

Fodder for birds

Food for thought

Ideas of delight

In fertile minds, they sprout

And germinate

Out of dry barren earth

And stone hard hearts

A shoot of green emerges

Cracking up the terrain

With explosive creative force

This tiny little nut

Frail and weak little seed

From where this life force?

Is it the dew drop that soaked?

Or sun-rays that warmed?

Or is it the soil fertile and moist?

Or is it just the way it is

That life happens. No matter what.

MVJ Simon 2010