This poem was grown in the best of times
Cultivated from the finest of seed
No mystery is planted between the lines
It was brought here to fill a need

This poem, pulled from the strongest of crop
In a poetic field free of weeds
My hope is it's used as food for thought
Filling the void to strengthen the weak

As it makes its way to the market place
Not to be sold for this poem is free
Given to a world in hunger and want
Shared with a world in need