In Sowing The Seeds Of Silence

in sowing the seeds of silence
what do you think shall i reap?

not death, not really that scary
i do not think that way

a tree meditates
leaves still and flowers of wisdom bloom

roots grow and penetrate
gathering the humus of contentment

accumulating what we all look for
happiness.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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