POET SOUL
You stole a seed from the garden of your soul
and planted it in mine
borrowed a light ray from the sun
and hung it up to shine
And where the clouds float heavily
upon my garden within
you brought the warmth of summer air
to melt them away again
You tilled the earth of my poet soul
and nourished it with your tears
and pulled from it the weeds
of all my sorrows and my fears
You whispered to my little seed
encouraging it to grow
and held it once more in your hands
before you turned to go
someday that little seed will rise
to brightly bloom and flower
and color the air of my garden soul
with newly awakened power
©2007 Charis Barks
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