by me:
Wendy M. Z.
(TalaWenZee)
I intend to grow every seed
that finds its way to me.
For in my garden there is no such thing
as lost opportunity.
No packet left unopened.
No life is left to rot.
No weepings of the willows.
No cries of forget me not.
The sweet scent of the basil.
The bitterness of thyme.
The fire of the peppers.
The acid of the lime.
The beauty of a rose.
The hunger of the trap.
The luck of the shamrock.
The blues bells of the past.
No seed is left unplanted,
in a garden that is mine.
For it takes each and every one of them,
to grow a full lifetime.
©WMZ 2012
written January 2012
