Seeds will live once in my room
Always listening to horror tales of the ground.
I feared for its children
Living the bondage their mother tied to their hearts.
Water was a leaving neighbor
Whose travels became pilgrim as ancient
I feared for its companion
who gave it bed to lie whenever the ground was wet
Fear was the only survivor
During the wars of words and swords
I feared for its proud regret
that left sprinkles of hope lurking in the midst of a furious muse.
Home used to love poems delivered
When songs became war, loss or just pain.
I feared for its lack of memory,
Its only sibling was in a pool of blood beside a tree, pen and you.