The Soil And Stone Too Are Living Things

the hair on its own
is a line of dead cells
but when it's on the head
it's part of a living spirit

the sand on its own is a
startling patch of the reality
of the non living

but put in the water, put in air
light and seeds and it
becomes a part of the living world

take away any of these the living entity
dwindles into a dead plane

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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