Mystical song, swaying along each
journey, sowing seeds of wisdom
where seeds never grow..
Planting deep each seed, into soil
so hard, it leaps back at you, each
time worse then the last..
Sometimes when soil looks rich
seeds never sprout, each seed dies
before it has a chance, to rich is
the soil, that each seed smothers
from to much richness..
So is the heart, it will never show
sprouts, till the soil is conditioned
enough to bring each seed to the
surface, reaching to the sun..
In the darkness seeds will not grow
it needs the light to sprout a seedling
so does each heart, it needs to open
with the light shinning through..
